Short Fiction: FINE FEATHERED YAKUZA by B. Renard

I first became aware of the vast conspiracy against us when I was walking home from the supermarket, spring onions and grape soda bumping against my legs with each step. There was a duck. A mallard, specifically. The lone sentry stood resolute in the barren field,...

RED, BLUE, GOLD by B. Renard

(First installment is here.) “I brought you something.” The words weren’t spoken loudly, but they made the Fate start upright, yawning hugely as her head slipped off the fist she’d propped it on. “I wasn’t sleeping!” “I didn’t say anything about sleeping,” Aki said....

THREADS by B. Renard

“Oh, good. You found him for me.” The door rattled as it shut, jingling the small cascade of bells attached to it. Both of the lobby’s current occupants looked up, one flinching back and the other rising from the shabbily-worn sofa to greet the tall, thin young man....