Cutting across the yard on the way to school had been a habit for Oscar. But today when he gazed at the caution tape across the old McAllister place, he shivered while memories niggled like dead flies waking up on a warm windowsill in winter. Continue reading
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Kassandra slipped under the comforter. As she drifted off, a thought pulled her back. “Did I lock the back door? Oh, he’ll be home soon.” Continue reading
He had watched her for days.
Sheila crouched over her rose garden, preoccupied with the snipping of dead blossoms. She stood and stretched while running her hands along her lower back.
He slipped behind a tree as she crossed the yard.
After laying the shears on the garage workbench, she stepped inside the house.
He followed. Continue reading
Alice hurried along the path of the ancient forest in fading light. Listening to her elders and obeying were two different things and now she was hungry and lost.
As night descended, fog slithered like silent serpents through the understory. She stopped in her tracks as it wrapped around her narrow ankles and swallowed the trail. Continue reading
He traced his finger along her curves, only stopping to admire her strength and beauty. They fit together like tailored leather. Her opalescent skin, like pewter in the moonlight, gave the false impression of being as malleable as mercury, but a steely inner strength resonated from her core.
It was dangerous, yet the risk excited him. Continue reading
James hid it under a log hoping to forget, but the memory taunted him. He returned to work as if nothing had happened, but that cawing crow; it never left him alone. He could hear its call while he moved boxes in the warehouse. It glared with its beady yellow eye when he left the building. He cringed at the sight of its long haggard wings racing him home. Continue reading
Cheryl screamed and threw her dead cellular phone. It hit the dirt floor and then skittered under the wooden table.
How long will I last out here with no water? Continue reading
From the corner of the cramped bedroom, he watched her chest rise and fall under the floral comforter. He inhaled the familiar lavender scent. A quivering flash of lightning coincided with the rumble of thunder and she stirred.
Wheat swaying in the moonlight swished like waves in an iridescent sea. She cut a path through the field, propelled by hunger and the seductive aroma of dinner. Clouds that had flitted across the sky now obliterated the only light source and she found herself concentrating on her footing.
After she plopped down in the recliner and rubbed her tired feet, the hallway clock chimed twelve times. What a crazy day. So many friends had attended and she smiled knowing new acquaintances had been made. As she looked around at the empty wine and champagne bottles, beer cans and glasses, her heavy eyelids shut. Continue reading