Size / / /

"Newfangled Motor Contraption Claims First Victim"

—Die Ingolstadt-Zeitung

It is a wonder he even fits on the slab,

he is so huge and gangly; and

while most of the debris

from the collision has been removed

in the preliminary cleanup,

there are still pieces of metal

embedded in his neck.

About his body, beneath a lividity

that seems to defy gravity (more gray

than blue, and universally distributed),

a broad scourge of stitches runs from

head to heel, yet are not battlefield silk.

Interestingly as well, his penis seems already

to have suffered partial decomposition,

rot-soft, like an eel left too long

in a summer creel.

His papers, however (if not forged

or stolen), proclaim him to be old Europe;

a baron's son if you can believe it,

but it is still hard to imagine him in a

beer garden somewhere, singing lieder

beneath the shadow of the Alps,

attempting to seduce a local fräulein

or two (although this might explain

the French gout).

How he managed to evade conscription

into the Kaiser's army is probably

a tale in itself; the leverage of his father's

connections or money; or perhaps he was

simply bereft of mind. The burgomeister's

report claims he was stumbling about

the lane out near the graveyard when

he met his ill-fated end, in all likelihood

besotted. Laboring nearby, the sexton

wanted to fetch a priest, but feared

doing so would only further damn

the wretch, his last words profaning

not only God, but his mother,

both of whom, he apparently believed,

had abandoned him.

The driver of the automobil, one Victor

F______, was shaken, but largely unharmed.

While remorseful, he also vowed he would

continue to pursue his new "hobby," no

matter how dangerous or life-threatening

to the rest of mankind; this, in his

opinion, was how progress worked—

despite the roadblocks, one Promethean

spark at a time.




Robert Borski works for a consortium of elves repairing shoes in Stevens Point, Wisconsin. You can read more of his work in our archives.
Current Issue
16 Sep 2019

A child falls. A raven feeds. A valravn flies away.
By: Marie Brennan
Podcast read by: Anaea Lay
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Marie Brennan's “This Is How.”
abandoned but whole, and full, and drenched with the perfumes of summer nights and rose-hush
By: Hester J. Rook
Podcast read by: Ciro Faienza
Podcast read by: Hester J. Rook
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents Hester J. Rook's “Stepping the Path Trod by the Moon,” as read by the poet themselves.
I have always loved admiring classical paintings. Namely, Rembrandt and Klimt.
Issue 9 Sep 2019
By: Shiv Ramdas
Podcast read by: Anaea Lay
By: Sarah Shirley
Podcast read by: Ciro Faienza
31 Aug 2019
Brazil Special Issue call for fiction submissions!
Issue 26 Aug 2019
By: Cynthia So
Podcast read by: Cynthia So
Podcast read by: Ciro Faienza
Issue 19 Aug 2019
By: S. R. Mandel
Podcast read by: Anaea Lay
Issue 12 Aug 2019
By: Niyah Morris
Podcast read by: Anaea Lay
By: Dante Luiz
Art by: Em Allen
By: Ciro Faienza
Podcast read by: Rasha Abdulhadi
Podcast read by: Ciro Faienza
Issue 5 Aug 2019
By: Aisha Phoenix
Podcast read by: Anaea Lay
By: Alexandra Seidel
Podcast read by: Alexandra Seidel
Podcast read by: Ciro Faienza
31 Jul 2019
We're all so very excited to put your funds and good faith to use, providing a platform for voices⁠ new and international, creative and resisting.
Issue 29 Jul 2019
22 Jul 2019
As of July 21st, we are FULLY FUNDED with all of the fund drive content unlocked.
Issue 22 Jul 2019
By: Sionnain Buckley
Podcast read by: Sionnain Buckley
Podcast read by: Ciro Faienza
Load More
%d bloggers like this: