Why did I choose to participate in this anthology? Because it’s for Donna. It’s as simple as that. Donna is kind, generous, fun, vivacious, full of spunk and energy, and just plain ol’ good people. If the situation were reversed, not only would she have contributed, she would have spearheaded the project. I’ve suffered several losses to cancer in the last few years. I would do anything I could to help someone else battling the beast. Turns out, this is what I can do.
The following excerpt is a snippet from Tanya’s horror flash fiction story “She Weeps”:
The child hangs limply from her arms.
She lays the child tenderly on the bed, curling her own body around the small form. She shoos away flies attempting to lay their maggot babies on her child’s lips. She holds the child’s tiny hand in hers. Outside the bedroom window, the world moves on. Cars pass. A lawnmower drones. Children on bikes hurl names at one another across the street.
No one knows how she weeps.
The tears slide from under her lids like infection from a wound. Pain sucks the breath from her chest. She presses the tiny fingers to her lips. Loose skin slips over miniscule bones. The sobs finally come, keeping time with her husband’s pounding on the door. The latch gives. The door flings open.
“Jesus Christ. What have you done, you stupid cow?”