
PseudoPod 992: Chattering Spines
Show Notes
From the author: Oh Spines. I wrote this while at a writing conference called Superstars Writing Seminars back in February of 2022 after attending a session run by Kevin Ikenberry. I forget the details of the class (and my notes are AWOL), but I came out of it obsessing over the idea of finding the most emotional beat of a story and crafting the rest from that singular moment.
I think the elevator doors had just closed when the idea that became this story lodged itself in my brain. Two hours later, sobbing, I finished the story in my hotel room. This version has had only minor edits for clarity from that initial draft.
And I still cry every time I read it.
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Chattering Spines
By Mike Wyant Jr
My neighbors smile when they burn.
The flames melt the flesh from their bones, revealing the full six inches of sharp spines that brought them here. I swear they sigh in relief.
Hell, I would, not that I’ll say that out loud.
No screaming, though. Never that. Just the crackling silence of flames and the perpetual hiss-pop of melting fat and burst organs. That stopped being a surprise a long time ago.
Now, this is just my last shift at the burn pit for the day. (Continue Reading…)