My grandfather died alone and afraid. Neither are surprising. He lived alone because he was afraid; he died in fear because he was alone.

Mom prayed for every bug Dad squashed. A whole three minutes, head bowed and everything. As soon as she finished, she’d do the sign of the cross.

When I miss him, I tell myself I’ll work up the courage to ask the stars where my husband’s ended up.

Welcome to issue three of Inner Worlds. These fourteen short stories explore subjects including trauma, psychosis, dissociation, and compulsion, as well as care, companionship, self

Content warnings Parental emotional abuse; Trauma; Food. 1. The colour ochre, painted by the city mageguard around his front door as a warning: do not