Calling it a day

The room was dark, the blinds drawn against the dawning light. Trying to move, Pauley’s arms and legs were lead. In her dream, her screams were shrill, terrified. Her husband snored softly beside her, oblivious to her cries for help. Trying once more to cry out, she struggled against her immobilization. Her dog, reacting to… More Calling it a day

Wake up call

The ringing woke her from a deep sleep, but Millicent didn’t mind. “Tell me everything!” The caller, near panic, was hyperventilating. “I had to get out of there, I couldn’t breathe.” Millicent’s smile quickly turned to a scowl. “Man up, you big baby!” She yelled into her phone. “If you mess this up, I’ll shoot… More Wake up call

Gin joints

Stan felt a of rush of déjà vu standing on the tarmac with Pauley, only this time he was holding her hand, not carrying her, drugged and unconscious, onto a plane. “A lot different from the last time, huh?” Pauley liked to tease Stan about his part in her involuntary exile with her mother and… More Gin joints

A game we play

*Catch up with the adventures of Pauley and Millicent, beginning with “Dead Money.” This week, read Lance’s chapter first, “Shake it Out,” then come back here for the second installment. Stan and Lenore watched as Pauley and Millicent walked out to the porch. Millicent’s arm protectively hooked around her friend’s elbow. Pauley was laughing. “You… More A game we play