Mushrooms and Monsters

Manus Gloriae In graveyards we live, so you can thrive. But you flee — to your Tarshish perhaps, quailing round Joppa’s piers. Why? Because we’re pallid? Because of cousins like ‘dead man’s fingers’? Or because we thrive in fields that refuse to give up their dead? Wild candles five, within each a wick unlocks the night, to set you off …

300 Word Nightmares