There before me lay a road
Not unlike the rest
It bobbed and weaved through hill and heath
Endlessly it stretched
But the secret of this road
Was not in where it stopped
But that it branched a smaller path
That led to mountaintops
A road less traveled made me grin
I knew of this cliche
Yet there I was, alone in stride
Upon that autumn day
I never turned to check behind
To see where I had walked
Fo...
“I don’t know why, I just couldn’t help myself”
Despite the boy’s head being buried in my shoulder as I held him, the words sounded as though they came from across the room. His small hands dug into my back, confused and afraid. I would later find bruising and blood where his fingers clung for some sort of comfort, but in that moment I held my son as though he had just skinned his knee playing.
I ...
My hands tremble, working the knot in my tie
My dry mouth feels not of this body as I try to form sentences, a frenzied attempt at a conversation with the mirror.
As the hour grows nearer I fear I may not be up to the task, a fact I am apt to embrace given my track record.
A letter sits in an envelope, that sits in a pocket attached to my inner jacket. I’ve turned back twice now.
I convince myse...
The panic subsides as I spot my foot sticking out from under the covers. More curious than anything at this point, I wiggle myself into a sitting position and throw back the blanket. Everything is still there; two thighs, two knees, some shins, and all ten toes. Poking and pinching results in absolutely nothing, but through sheer will power I can briefly get a couple little piggies active enough t...
We are gathered here today my friends, with grief and not in joy
For a dastardly deeds been done this eve, was it panic? Was it ploy?
A man’s been slain to entertain, who did it? We don’t know.
But with every interaction, our list of suspects grows
Motive? Weapon? Execution? Every pun intended
Intrigue, clues, and twists abound, all disbelief suspended
A murder’s been committed here, and now we...