“The bodies floating on the streets look fuller than Johnnyboy feels. They are pink and bloated, like the click-flash tourists who once inhaled the spirits of their cities. ”

An Offertory To Our Drowned Gods by Teresa Naval was one of the earliest stories received and accepted. I loved the voice and tone of the story, which tell of a dark flooding perhaps some time in the near future.

(Image used by permission: Le Monde Est Artificiel by Isabelle Pariente-Butterlin.)