The suitcase lay open as she looked round the room. What to take… what to take. Her thoughts were interrupted by thudding from the trunk at the foot of her bed. For a moment she stared blankly her focus still leaning toward sweaters and should she pack that one pair of jeans she owns. “Oh... Continue Reading →
When I stepped out the door I didn’t see them but I thought I saw a path across from the yard. I wondered why I hadn’t noticed it before. Maybe I liked to walk that way before I was dead, or whatever. I didn’t get far before I heard the two boys talking just ahead.... Continue Reading →
She remembered the horse walking by, the angel of death on its back and the head of the former Starbucks manager protruding from its rump looking wide wild-eyed and alarmed. Does wild wide-eyed sound better. Hmmm, have to think about that. Could you blame him? Wonder if they’d given him time to repent before that... Continue Reading →
I sat back and pushed the word processor arm's length. Yes, I still have a word processor.Looking at the clock on the wall I grinned. It's time.
“She could still be alive then if it’s only one.” “I know.” “What could have happened? Somebody jump her? Did she fall somewhere?” He looked at his friend exasperated. “How would I know but I know where she walks. We walk back that way all the time when we’re doing stuff together. I’ll bet... Continue Reading →
What else can I make him do? She thought about it as she watched him go from cleaning to making coffee, something he wouldn’t touch when he was alive. Always something she had to do for him, such a sin more than housework making it really a surprise. When he’d finished he turned and... Continue Reading →