The black sheep of the family is turning into something more sinister.

(McSweeney’s Enchanted Chamber of Astonishing Stories)

An awesome, simple, touching, scary story. The protagonist seems to be one of those hapless, misunderstood subjects of black and white horror films. She is what she is. A monster? Yep, that’s the word for it. But words fail.

This author has a bright future in the sci-fi/horror world. Good luck to you, Atwood!

Notes:

This story included an elegant word I’d never looked up till now:

lugubriously — in a mournful manner.

Technically I posted this story on Tuesday, not Monday. Using a Rambaldi device, I messed with the clock — just to keep things organized.