Short Fiction
By Renko Chazakiel Rodenburg “Who are you?” The figure had entered the confined space somehow. It was impossible to make out how. It was impossible to think of why. “That’s a very difficult question right now,” the figure answered. “I- don’t know where I am?” “Yeah, it does that to people.” “Can you explain?” she asked. “I can sit and talk with you for a bit.” “I think I would like that.” The figure sat…