science fiction, new weird, old weird, very weird - and everything else. often, though not always, discussed in relation to gender identity and (a)sexuality.
There must be no compulsion to hide the bodies. Otherwise I'd have never found them.
A middle-aged chef cycles home from work at night, every night. One early morning, he finds a couple of corpses. The next night, he meets a stranger, clad all in black, with a bike long out of date, and wicked fast - the night cyclist.
SGJ is one mad, bad-ass wizard. This short story is brilliantly executed, impeccably structured, and using the perfect voice.
Read it for yourself here.