I realized it then, why everyone hated so much when spirits of the desert drifted through town, even the ones that did no harm.
They reminded us how little of the desert was truly ours. We had no more claim to it than a rowboat adrift on the ocean.
- "Gunpowder Sigil," by Brooksie C. Fontaine
Concept art to accompany my story, "Gunpowder Sigil," originally published by the Eunoia Review and set to appear in the Strange New Worlds short story collection.