"Cauchemar" by Lorelei Bacht
The story is nocturnal. It returns
with chronographic regularity, starting
all over from the beginning: Were you
listening? I often leave before the end
credits. The story shows a familiarity
with childhood landscapes, friends
who are now married with children –
in the story, they continue to taunt:
they remember how I left a school bag,
the smell of garbage and the colour red.
The story majored in Comp Lit. It is
the first of the Surréalistes. It says:
But without saying it. This story fills
enough moleskins to stock fifty bank
vaults, its writing doctoral, illegible.
The story sits and makes a firework
of plausibility – any villain will do:
a wolf, an ogre, a hunter, or you.
Lorelei Bacht (she/they) is currently running out of ways to define herself, and would like to reside in a tranquil, quiet form of uncertainty for a while. Her recent work has appeared and/or are forthcoming in Anti-Heroin Chic, Visitant, The Wondrous Real, Abridged, Odd Magazine, Postscript, PROEM, SWWIM, Strukturriss, The Inflectionist Review, Hecate, and others. She is also on Instagram: @lorelei.bacht.writer and on Twitter: @bachtlorelei.