Posted 29th March 2018
The knock on the door is quick and loud. I roll out of bed and fumble for the light switch so I can blind myself with fluorescence. Blinking back the black spots swarming my vision, I stumble to the door of my apartment and yank it open.
“Please, Kala, my son-” Mrs. Oteri takes a heaving breath. I’m not sure what is more disheveled, her hair or her clothes.
I’ve already started to follow her down the hallway as I answer. “I’m coming.”
Posted 16th March 2018
The sound of rustling willow leaves in the night was not unique, but it was one with which Maxine was intimately familiar.
Her feelings on the sound, of course, were mixed.
“You know,” Helena said, slipping down from her perch in the boughs to sit neatly on the roots. “There are other places to go on nights like these.”
Maxine closed her eyes and breathed in, and was relieved to find that the breath in question was only a little shaky.
A heavy arm, cold and slender, wrapped around her shoulders. “You should go.”
“I don’t want to,” Maxine said. “I just… I just want to stay here.”
“They’ll be looking for you.”
“I don’t care.” (more…)
Posted 8th March 2018
Byron Weller had done plenty of dishonest things while attempting to hook up. There was the time junior year in high school when he had forced his best friend, Amy Gwintney, to drive in meandering circles up and down half the back country roads around town until close to one in the morning. This mobile surveillance had begun because Byron thought he had glimpsed Nathan Robinson’s car passing Amy’s, recognizing it from the previous summer’s theater camp. Since Nathan went to Bridgeford, their rival high school, Byron hadn’t crossed paths with him since August, and didn’t want to wait any longer to see him and his perfect lips again. But Byron had told Amy that it was Marcus Smith’s car they were chasing, since she had the hots for him. That night ended in failure, but was far from the end of Byron’s romantically oriented duplicity. (more…)