Come the witching hour, the nightmare is upon us. Alone, we cower. But in the darkness, we sense others screaming, others quivering, others ready to join the fray. We gather in shadows, exchanging whispers, honing secret blades. Tomorrow we fight together, upright beneath the sun. Together we become the nightmare.
Heather is a sight-impaired spoonie and emerging working-class writer from Yorkshire. Her work has been published by: Reflex Press, Pure Slush, Mono, A Coup of Owls, Free Flash Fiction and others. She has been nominated for Best of the Net.