That Little Black Dress
Natalie’s skin felt wet, especially where it counted; the crook of her elbow. He grabbed a blood-stained kitchen towel and dragged it across the area before aiming and shooting. She… Read more That Little Black Dress →
Three Strikes
“This is Mrs. Evelyn Montrose in Houston. My husband and I are gold level contributors to the Henderson and Waters Foundation. I’d like to speak with Bruce Henderson, please.” Evelyn,… Read more Three Strikes →
Eight Hours
“I’m going to leave around 10:30 in the morning,” she told me one Friday evening as I made my way through the house straightening and folding and fluffing and wiping.… Read more Eight Hours →
Don’t Play With My Blocks
I can’t believe I’m sitting here in a library in Austin, TX, by myself when I’m a complete paranoid. I sat outside in my car for about 15 minutes before… Read more Don’t Play With My Blocks →
The Insult
I’m not in the mood to write, plus I’ve written and erased ten beginnings anyway. So here it is. My parents, Ken and I were at this restaurant on the… Read more The Insult →
Schwach *teaser*
The five sklaven: Ittel, Ruth, Gitla, Reizla and Marie. Reizla was the oldest, but Ittel was the leader. She was also preferred. Separated from the rest and living isolated together for only… Read more Schwach *teaser* →
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