"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.

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