The Old Cities were deserted. Broken. Underwater, some of them.
He scuba-dived down Seventh Street, his ex-neighbors’ houses alive with billowing tendrils of seaweed; sunfish scattered as he maneuvered through his old bedroom window.
Other scavengers had ransacked everything, but only Jackson knew of the trick compartment in his old writer’s desk. There, his prize: a wheat penny, a gift from his father, a remnant from before water had swept the world away.
Christopher Degni is a 2019
graduate of the Odyssey Writing Workshop. He writes about the magic and
the horror that lurk just under the surface of everyday life. He lives
south of Boston with his wife (and his demons, though we don't talk
about those). You can find more of his work in NewMyths.com, Sherlock Holmes and the Occult Detectives, 99 Tiny Terrors, the upcoming 99 Fleeting Fantasies, and of course, right here on Stupefying Stories.
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