My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The story so far... Two long scars ran vertically in the shape of a V down her back, starting between her shoulder blades, and coming to a near point at her waist. Moved by her injury, Barlowe tenderly traced the shimmering pink lines with his fingertips. Her skin trembled under his touch, and she began a slow shift … Continue reading Cage fighter
The story so far… “What happens to Payne when we capture Quentin?” Barlowe said. “Once he’s no longer a host, does he become Payne again? Will he remember anything about being a host?” “I don’t know,” Abigail said. “None of Quentin’s hosts have ever survived to ask.” “One did.” Barlowe felt like he was drowning. … Continue reading Deeds speak louder than words
The story so far... Their corner booth was in the back of the restaurant. Barlowe knew the maître d’ and asked for his regular, secluded table. He needed to talk with Abigail without being overheard. There were still so many questions unanswered. The basics were fantastical enough, but he was expected to suspend all reason … Continue reading A storm’s brewin’
Quentin pounded the steering wheel, rocking his car with the intensity of his anger. Abigail was gone, and he needed to find out what happened to her. His phone chirped, notifying him of an incoming text from Kathy. “Cop n ur office. Stall? Ditch?” He didn’t want to talk to the police, but knew if … Continue reading Proceed with caution
The story so far… Her voice sounded far away, tinny and surreal. Barlowe tried processing what she was saying, but his brain kept telling him this woman was batshit crazy. Pushing away from his desk, he locked the office door then sat beside Abigail, turning her chair so she was facing him. “Tell me everything.” … Continue reading Dead again
The story so far... Det. Jack Barlowe closed the email from the Galway Gardaí when his desk officer knocked on his office door. He waved the young man into the room. “Detective, you’ve got a visitor,” he said. Leaning on the door jamb, he whispered, “she’s hot.” “Thank you for coming downtown, Ms. Dolan.” Barlowe … Continue reading Beyond imagination
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