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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 … Continue reading Calling it a day

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 … Continue reading 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 … Continue reading A game we play

Amateur

“I need you to work your magic, and keep that old man away from me,” my father stormed into the library where I was reading, trying to avoid the other guests in the main room of the estate. “I can’t stand that he keeps defending that monster son of his.” I looked up from my … Continue reading Amateur