The Wednesday Soul
Sorabh, Pant
A fortnight ago, she would have not only settled for, but embraced a violent death. Today, death is a colossal inconvenience, holding her back from enjoying her newly-acquired fridge-sized boyfriend. Death hath no fury like a woman dead, she thinks, plotting an explosive vengeance upon death's ethereal masters for the loss of her love. A vengeance delayed, as she's labelled a Wednesday Soul, carried off by a monstrous Eledactyl (an Elephant-Pt...