He purposely turned as I started to move past him, blocking most of the hallway with his body. I stopped. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and lidded, … Continue reading In Dreams
I remember the first night he spoke to me. It was a usual Friday night at the Rodeo. For months I had been frequenting the country bar on a weekly … Continue reading The Beginning of My End
Three generations of Crossett’s lined the king sized mattress like packaged sardines; first grandmother, then mother and finally the granddaughter and youngest of the bunch at thirteen years old. Those three sets of eyes, all similar in shape and same striking aqua were glued to the latest news broadcast. Their arms were linked and bodies nestled tightly together under the covers like children hiding from the boogeyman, as if doing so would protect them from the horrors of the outside world.