Far Fetched Fables No. 60 John R. Fultz

Story: “The Key to Your Heart is Made of Brass” by John R. Fultz



Wake up. Something is wrong.


Greasy orange light smears the dark. Only one of your optical lenses is functional. The walls are slabs of corroded metal with rust patterns like dumb staring phantoms. You lie awkwardly across the oily flagstones of an alley where curtains of black chains obscure the night. Bronze lanterns hang from those chains, but most of them are dead. Lightless. Like your left optical.


Struggling to hands and knees, you realize your porcelain face has been shattered. White shards gleam on the alley floor between puddles of greenish scum. You lift a gloved hand to explore your ruined visage; the upper left side took the brunt of the blow. Your fingers brush across the silver skull beneath the missing porcelain.


This won’t do at all. To be seen without one’s face. It could damage your reputation.


It might even be illegal.




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