You can now read "Every Black Tree" over at Beneath Ceaseless Skies. There will be a podcast too in a couple of weeks, if you prefer having short stories read to you.
[Content warning for suicide.]
Here's a peek:
This man. His accent is strange, foreign. How old is he? His hair is long and grey and curly, like Fedor's. He drinks from my glass. I'd forgotten what it's like to have a man sit at your table, drink from your glass. His smell. The old scar around his neck. Is it a double one—an old scar on yet an older one? The trembling of his hands. What am I doing. What am I doing.
Read the rest.