Tale Weaver #315: The Bald Man
Sitting at the edge at the bathtub, naked, bald, one hand clutching a bottle of bourbon, the other a bottle of pills, Alex felt sad, alone, and lost.
Sitting at the edge at the bathtub, naked, bald, one hand clutching a bottle of bourbon, the other a bottle of pills, Alex felt sad, alone, and lost.
“No, please don’t mom.” Kendra pleaded as her mother drove along the winding country road.
Continued from “The Shadow“… No one will ever know she’s the mannequin behind the glass, posing so still and steady and no one is going to find out.
Continue from this story… Note: This is 100% fiction! “Erg!” My sister screams and stomps out of the house.
Note: This is 100% fiction! I look out my living room window this morning and notice the sky is finally beginning to clear.
I sit with a small box of memorabilia on my lap.
Please Note that this is 100% fiction. Everything is made up and none of this is real.