of a Mad Daguerreotyper
short fiction by Dennis
“I have dreamed of the black, creeping blotch upon her portraits. It has covered her with limbs and creeping tentacles of oil. I awaken soaked and terrified, convinced the shape has swallowed her. It seeks to swallow me, slipping fingers through the windowpanes. Where am I to hide? Even God Himself is eaten.
by Michael Dennison
“... and then plugged in through the grid, at this
end of an outlet in a bedroom, the electric body
nibbles ghostlike down the sandwich of thighs.
He admires a right fine hole to spelunk in.”