Fiction Stories

A story in the Beyond the Wall of Sleep Universe
Part of Gothic Horror Challenge
New Orleans used to be a city of elegance and beauty. It's all gone now, and instead of laissez les bons temps rouler, I get the leftovers from a Cold War era gulag. Except sometimes, I see things. Hear things too. A brass band leading a funeral procession. A whiff of magnolia. The whisper of live oaks draped in Spanish moss. I don't know what's real anymore. And I can't get out. / (Reviews)

Kit seems to end up naked very often, not in the most private of places. She finds that it can be very embarrassing. Finds it may be beneficial financially. Her neighbor may prove to be a bitch. The best friend becomes more friendly with nice benefits. Her sister-in-law may be more experienced than she ever thought.