What I’d Want to Have Said Before You’ll Kill Me Again

by Chase Anderson

When you first arrived to tell me I might not be crazy, I should’ve used these then-fledgling powers to rewind time once more, to before I first failed to save the woman I thought I’d loved, so I’d never discover why, or make you become that woman, or you that love, or I the woman, or that love the blinders that’ll force me to kill her or her you or you me or all the yous and mes and hers that had and will and might exist, all at one crossroads, staked between by that single, well-meaning, idiotic first act.

Chase is a weird, queer, digital storyteller who writes weird, queer stories full of magic and monsters. He dropped out of chemical engineering to pursue a journalism degree and escape calculus. He draws inspiration from biology, chemistry, history, and whatever his neurochemicals are doing today. He lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, where he wrangles spreadsheets and identifies his coworkers’ backyard birds. Find his writing and more at chasej.xyz