Her screams cut through the night- desperate and terrified- begging for her father. Hiram couldnât shake the memory or the haunting sound that rang through his head every night.
âDad!â Myra struggled against the Enforcers holding her down, âDad, help me!â
Hiramâs heart pounded against his ribs as he found his way through the crowd. Behind him, Roderick bit at his heels, hands stretched out to s...
All I remember is a white light. Bright. Really bright. Like nothing Iâd ever seen before. I put my hands out to shade me and protect me from the light. But that wasnât enough. I had to close my eyes too. And even that wasnât enough. I could still see the light through my closed eyes. It was reddish because I was seeing through my eyelids.
_In a hazy, evening glow, his face slips in and out of focus. I know that face, and yet I donât. There are no concrete features. I couldnât tell you what color his eyes were, or how tall he is, or the shape of his face, but I knew him. Deep in my soul, I knew that face. As recognition sunk in, I felt my stomach drop. My hands became clammy, my heart rate picked up; my once slow, steady breath, cau...
The tears are streaming down her face as sheâs driving. The rain is coming down heavily, obcoring her vision even more. Her words keep echoing in her ears.
âIt was all a LIE!!â Sid threw down his shield badge and ID. âYouâve been working for shield this whole time! You lying sack of SHIT!â
Ron raised his hand in front of him. âWait. Babe. I can explain.â
Sitting at the edge of that church pew, your right leg was bouncing up and down next to mine. I crossed my left leg over my right to contain my shaking, placing my folded hands on top for extra stability. I took deep breaths to steady my heart. âShould I ask?â I wonder.
Before I get the chance to overthink it, my mouth opens on itâs own. âAre you nervous?â I ask, leaning forward and trying to pr...
He remembered her question; he couldnât forget it. Whatâs the worst thing a woman could do to him? So many answers, so many directions he could take to answer.
It wasnât like a man, who could beat or manipulate or get him arrested, who could kill him or burn his house down. Those were threats he could understand, for which he could prepare or defend himself.
Condensation ran down the hand, magnifying the words on the tap. Ryan watched it pool on the chipped wooden bar, rings permanently etched like carvings from too many thoughtless patrons who hadn't bothered using the coasters. At one point, Jerry, The Bar Next Door's owner, had stopped printing out the custom coasters, and just supplied whatever ones he could sneak away from other businesses.