“There’s a name for women like you,” he spat out the words, shaking with barely contained rage. “I’ve done nothing wrong.” Flipping her long, red hair off her shoulder, a smile spread across her face. “I’ve remained true to myself.” He rose from the bed, hands raised in rigid crescents, just wide enough to encircle … Continue reading Turn to stone
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Crossing over
She stayed in bed watching the ceiling fan make lazy circles above her, tracking each spinning blade as motes of dust flitted down, smudging her clean white sheets. At 3 a.m., she was as awake as she’d been four hours earlier. Closing her eyes, she tried to shut off the muddle of voices and images … Continue reading Crossing over
‘Til death do us part
His voice was in her head as she gathered his things. When she was pregnant with their first, he teased her about “nesting,” laying everything perfectly for their baby. What would he call this, “distancing?” Picking up his can of shaving gel, she held it to her face, breathing in his scent. She put it … Continue reading ‘Til death do us part
Tunnel vision
There's nothing innately sinister about tunnels. Dr. Sigmund would even argue they're merely sexual metaphors, but not necessarily evil. That is, unless you have other repression issues, but that’s a whole ‘nother therapy session. I digress… It started when we were talking about our Spring Break trips and Chris made such a big deal about … Continue reading Tunnel vision
A lethal tapestry
The spiral net trembles under the weight of its captive. Hopelessly struggling to free itself from the fatal trap, its voiceless screams of terror reverberating along gossamer strands, harmonizing with its ever weakening death throes. Silver threads so fragile, yet stronger than steel, deadly as a garotte. A lethal tapestry woven on a artisan’s loom. … Continue reading A lethal tapestry
Dark matter
His whole countenance is black. The very air around him dark with foul humor. I knew him when he was the golden boy. The sun rose and set on him, there was nothing he could do that dimmed his light. That was until her. She blew into his life like an ill wind. Wrapping him … Continue reading Dark matter
Thin spiral notebook 