May’s Patreon-only fiction has been posted! This month’s short story is called “The Memories of Keys” (and may just be a world I will revisit in the future…). Here is an extract of the story:
Sinieka picked up an old key that lay on the rubble-strewn road. Images of the owner’s life before his bloody death on that spot flashed before her eyes and she put it in her pocket while her lunch churned in her stomach.
Between the piles of rubble no more doors remained. No more locks were needed in a world that was laid bare and broken by countless wars. Not that keys and trinkets were what the crew was after. She still preferred to think of it as cleaning up and not scavenging. She wiped her brow, feeling the grit of dust on her skin. The wind picked up and she turned her back so that the dust would not hit her face. It howled through the deserted and crumbling ruins as if crying with the voices of the dead. When it had passed, she followed the rest of the group once more, taking a few running steps as she tried to keep up with the taller members of the group.