They Return
Finger by finger, my father’s hand sprouts like fungus from the cold hard ground. Loamy, cinereal, it grows into an arm.
Eleanna Castroianni is a writer, poet, and oral storyteller from Greece. A cultural geographer by training, Eleanna tells speculative stories from the margins of history and the far futures of the Anthropocene. Their written work has appeared in Clarkesworld Magazine, Strange Horizons, Fireside, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, PodCastle, The Stinging Fly, and elsewhere.
Finger by finger, my father’s hand sprouts like fungus from the cold hard ground. Loamy, cinereal, it grows into an arm.
Your grandmother was made of paper. / Millimeter-thin, she could slip in / and out of closed doors, unnoticed.