Julie KusmaJulie Kusma, Queen of Horror

Wailing Sea

50-Word Micro fiction inspired by Scotland’s beautifully haunting landscapes

A decade or so ago, I wrote this poem and from this sprang the children’s picture book, Where Wildflowers Grow. In this, my siblings and

I enter your room as a chilled breeze while you slumber deep. My translucent hand glides along the wood as I hover near your footrail.

Memento mori is what they say. Life’s short so do what you must. Live in the moment, and in this do trust— if you were

I wondered as he puttered around, could I kill a man with the strength of my legs? Could I crush the life from his chest—

“My flight was late,” I confessed. The sweet, sultry memory stirred. Rare for me to concede to desire, but our dance’s push-pull elevated want to