RATTLEBONE by Bosley Gravel (Up at everydayfiction.com)

Have a read: When Rattlebone moves, the clatter of what’s beneath her robes sounds like a grudging applause — grudging for all the wrong reasons. Cowled in knotted rags of silk, she smells faintly of oily kerosene and newly minted coins. In the corner, she holds court with cobwebs and shadows. The precursor to her voice — the sound of flea market bamboo wind chimes causes my body to release a shot of adrenaline. The skin on my neck and chest crawl; despite the tension, I speak first  … READ THE REST –> everydayfiction.com


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