Asphodel

A stark, mythic, psychologically precise horror novelette from Ben Day. Anne Cross has spent her life making other people smaller.Now, in the silence of her empty house, something begins to grow. Flowers appear in the garden - pale, papery, the colour of a yellow that has forgotten itself.Behind them stands a figure. It does not move.It does not speak.It waits. As the nights shift and the boundaries thin, Anne is forced to confront the version of herself she buried decades ago - the one that has been patient, the one that has been climbing out of the earth, the one that has come home. A quiet, unsettling descent into identity, consequence, and the horror of recognition. A one-sitting read. A long-lasting echo.