I sold a story to Dark Prints Press for their A Killer Among Demons anthology.
“Cuckoo” is certainly one of the nastier stories I’ve written.
The child was dead by the time I found her, but she suited my purposes perfectly.
Tiny delicate skin suit, meat sack, air thief.
The flesh was still warm, which is best – too hard to shrug on something in full rigor – and I crammed my bulk into the small body much as one might climb into a box or a trunk to hide. A fold here, a dislocation there, a twinge of discomfort and curses when something tore, stretched just too far.