Tag: revenge

A favorite fishing spot

The water was smooth, only small ripples fluttered across the surface. Lying on her back, stretched out the full length of her flat, ocean kayak, Estelle let the warm breezes wash over her exposed skin. Eyes closed, she focused on the sounds surrounding her little craft. A pair of silvery mullet, leaping for fat dragonflies ...

Snake in the grass

More from the Dinner Party... “What is on my schedule today, Jasper?” Augustine Stiles pronouncement the word “shed-yool,” regardless of the fact he was born in the U.S. midwest. Mr. Stiles was dressed for the day in khaki twill pants pressed with razor-sharp creases, and a white Oxford shirt accented with a blue and yellow ...

Social call

Her skin felt oppressive; she wanted to strip it off and run around the room naked - nothing but muscle and bone - probably screaming too. There would definitely be screaming, and proverbial gnashing of teeth and beating of the breast. Of course, that would get messy without skin to contain the gore, then she’d ...

Heart of stone

Singing in the old language, her incantation swirled around the cabin, mingling with dirty smoke rising from the brazier, changing the vapor from grey to putrid yellow. It wasn’t simply the tune she sang, it was the rise and fall of her voice, the intonation of each word. It was how she would elide through ...

Language class

Leslie spread out an array of flashcards over the dining table, each printed with a pictogram and its corresponding name in Spanish. Several workbooks lay unfinished on the floor, and a video language tutorial was paused on her laptop. Her head hurt and she was on the verge of a complete emotional breakdown. Doctors were ...

Electrified

“I dare you to touch it.” A wad of teens stood at the edge of the sunken field, several larger boys nudging and taunting a smaller one. Two cypress trees stood in the center of the Graco Factory drainage basin. Wrapped around their trucks about four feet from the ground was a metal band. Protruding from the ...

Tough as nails

Bent framing nails cluttered her desk. Victoria kept her attention on them, trying not to stare at the man across from her who dropped them there. He was familiar. The estranged husband of one of her clients, she dubbed him, The Tyrant. When Van Donovan made an appointment to talk with her, Victoria told her ...