Empty chairs at school assemblies, no scrawled ‘love Daddy’ on unsent birthday cards. Carrie was used to it, but Cam was too young to remember him. He couldn’t miss what he never had. She’d always been there for him. Reading bedtime stories, conquering bullies and the bogieman. That’s what big sisters do. Mom was useless … Continue reading A walk to remember
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affair (dot) com
Are you crazy? You’ve never even seen him in person! I know him, and he knows me... far better than you ever could. How can you say that? You can’t be sure he’s not some pimply-faced kid goofing around with his high school friends. You couldn’t possibly understand the connection we have. It’s more than … Continue reading affair (dot) com
Ride along
Arriving with a deputy, we parked down the street from the apartment. I patted my pockets, double checking I had everything I needed. Nervously kneeling behind the squad car, I watched the SWAT team positioning itself around the building. The lead officer pounded on the door, barking out orders for the perp to come out, … Continue reading Ride along
Superhero
Their bed once warmed by passion stands empty and cold. His chilling voice echoing through the room, ‘you are not good enough.’ Tangled in a thin blanket, she retreated to the couch, curling tightly around her heart, protecting what faint beating of life still remained. Crippled by his betrayal, she felt herself slowly slipping away. … Continue reading Superhero
A living doll
It had to stop. The beatings, the vicious verbal attacks, the forced seclusion, all of it was over. Had to be smart. She couldn’t let them trace it back to her. "The only DNA we found was the victim’s. The hair is his." “Victim? I thought he had a heart attack. Co-workers said he was … Continue reading A living doll
A poor reflection
Being dead didn’t bother her, being invisible did. If she was stuck haunting this dreary dump, she should at least have fun doing it. A few scary faces, some ghostly finger wiggling, a bit of phantasmic levitation... something. She had tried a full-voiced concert of wailing and a few eerie wind noises. Nothing. What did … Continue reading A poor reflection
Thin spiral notebook 