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The Dark Issue 28: The Dark, #28
The Dark Issue 28: The Dark, #28
The Dark Issue 28: The Dark, #28
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The Dark Issue 28: The Dark, #28

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Each month The Dark brings you the best in dark fantasy and horror! Edited by award winning editors Silvia Moreno-Garcia and Sean Wallace and brought to you by Prime Books, this issue includes two all-new stories and two reprints:

“Lucky Girl” by Erica L. Satifka
“The Embalmer” by Helen Marshall (reprint)
“These Bones Aside” by Lora Gray
“Red String” by Cassandra Khaw (reprint)

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPrime Books
Release dateAug 28, 2017
ISBN9781386674795
The Dark Issue 28: The Dark, #28

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    The Dark Issue 28 - Erica L. Satifka

    THE DARK

    Issue 28 • September 2017

    Lucky Girl by Erica L. Satifka

    The Embalmer by Helen Marshall

    These Bones Aside by Lora Gray

    Red String by Cassandra Khaw

    Cover Art: Skeleton Zombies Walking by breakermaximus

    ISSN 2332-4392.

    Edited by Silvia Moreno-Garcia and Sean Wallace.

    Cover design by Garry Nurrish.

    Copyright © 2017 by Prime Books.

    www.thedarkmagazine.com

    Lucky Girl

    by Erica L. Satifka

    What’s she up to now? Adina asked her fiancé Mike. Four? Six?

    He winced. Eleven.

    Mike’s sister Natalie had attempted suicide on eleven separate occasions, each time using a different method. Cutting her wrists, knocking back three family-size bottles of Tylenol, hanging herself with a hospital bed sheet, jumping into the Columbia River with a bag of stones around her waist. She’d even gone into the woods smeared with bacon fat and gotten herself mauled by a cougar, which only seemed ridiculous because Natalie had survived with barely a scratch. If she hadn’t, it would have been tragic.

    Adina snorted, and looked out at the spattering rain. She belongs in a home.

    We’ve already tried that, Mike said, running his fingers through his hair. They kicked her out of the facility in Eugene after she got into the drain cleaner. Mom and Dad got her on a waiting list for the redwood place, but that could take years.

    The redwood place?

    Kind of a treehouse for adults. It’s supposed to be soothing.

    Mike had three sisters and two brothers, but only Natalie seemed to have gotten the crazy gene. Adina thought it was a lucky thing for Natalie to have been born into such a large family with so many shoulders to lean on. She’d never had that luxury.

    "Our turn, you mean. She sighed. Well, it’s only temporary." She looked hard into Mike’s eyes on that last word.

    Couple of weeks. A month, tops. Then she’ll be back on her feet.

    She knew better than to correct him. Fine. She can stay with us. She’ll have to sleep in the basement, though.

    Mike beamed. It’s going to be okay. You’ll see.

    After Mike left for work, Adina flopped down on the couch and put her hands over her face. She’d made a horrible mistake in coming here, one she couldn’t take back. Mom had warned her that you can’t trust people you meet on the Internet, but had Adina listened? Hell no.

    I’m overreacting, Adina thought. She’d moved to Oregon not just to be with Mike, but to open herself up to new experiences. Living with Natalie would be a unique experience for sure. And anyway, this was his house.

    Energized, she went to the basement to clear out a space for Natalie.

    Everything Adina knew of Natalie came through Mike. Natalie had been a physics student at OSU, with plans to transfer to Stanford after her sophomore year. Then her troubles started, as Mike euphemistically put it.

    Right before finals, she slit her wrists, he’d said. She didn’t do it for attention. She cut right down to the bone; she should have died. It was a miracle. Mike wasn’t religious, except when it came to his sister’s numerous survivals of her self-inflicted wounds. More like timing, Adina thought.

    Adina hadn’t met Mike’s youngest sister yet. When she’d gone to the coast with his whole clan for the first time last month, only photographs of a young rosy-cheeked Natalie were in attendance. She wondered if the family worried about scaring off the nice girl that Mike had somehow lured across the country.

    We’re all normal, they’d seemed to be saying. She’s not like us. They cared about her enough to pay for hospitals and retreats, the modern-day equivalent of keeping one’s freakish offspring in an attic room to wither and decay. But they weren’t about to put her on display.

    Adina couldn’t relate to Natalie. She’d had her own troubles, but she’d kept them inside, not splattered in blood for the world to see. Suicide was selfish, she believed, a way of ending one’s own pain while multiplying the pain of everyone else around them.

    Besides, it hadn’t worked for Natalie. It hadn’t worked for Natalie eleven

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