The doorbell rang a second time. I called downstairs asking my wife to get it, but then the pipes bled in and I realized she was showering. I set down the newspaper and walked down the stairs in my socks, noticing as always that the empty spot on the wall in front of [...]
I'll Gnaw Your Bones, the Manticore Said
by Cat Rambo
From the July 2007 issue
Even Duga the Prestidigitator, who never pays much attention to anything outside his own hands, raised an eyebrow when I announced I’d be hooking the manticore up to my wagon.
“Isn’t that dangerous?” my husband Rik said. He steepled his fingers, regarding me.
“The more we have pulling, the faster we get there,” I pointed out. “And [...]
