“So the doctor hung his head. Things appeared on the hill that had before been buried by the snow. A pair of reading glasses appeared in a pile of soggy leaves. The carcass of a squirrel lay on a sewer drain, acted upon by the streaming rivulets. These trickling rivulets resembled the complex reticulation of the human circulatory system. They branched and branched. They also resembled the limbs of the trees dotting the hill around him. The woods concealed the hospital. The trees were rooted in the hill’s great steep slopes.”
New fiction by Eric Blix, with art by Sophie Herxheimer.