NEW FICTION:

 

He ground out the word, he spat out the word. The word was small and deliberate, but it was a lifetime - no - lifetimes in the making, and in that making lay the whole of humanity's bile and destruction. It was a pitiful word, so much more so when whispered. The word thumped around his head, stroked his cheek, kissed his thigh - lascivious gods with needs. The word made him sick, made him gorge, made him flutter with intent - for the word was holy, and it had an eye of silver and of gold that blinked in the morning light.