Chiaroscuro Imago

A listless struggle flits across the borders of change and desire. It brings a smell — noxious, fresh and foul. You can feel it, can’t you? Something more than the wind.

The phone is ringing again. The message hasn't changed:

Find out what happened to the moths.

A short piece of horror fiction about honey and lies; entomology and etymology; murky secrets and stark realities. Find out what happened to the moths.