1 story by Daisy Johnson .

The Spring

by Daisy Johnson

This place is mapped on the inside of her skin. The archway, the hole that tumbles down, driven into the earth as if some great creature had dug and dug—the stone sides like the walls of a mausoleum. 30 metres down the tunnel cuts to the side and there is a second archway lifting towards the light. Cold kills through disbelief. A person will think themselves warm and start taking off their clothes or lie down to sleep, believing they are safe.