I don’t recall what happened. All I remember is walking alongside the river with my fiancee, Mark, on Earth Day when several loud pop, pop, pop rang in the air. Next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into Mark’s arms, “Leila, what do I do?” He said frantically.
I should’ve known, Savannah thought as she sat in the cold metal chair of a police interrogation room. She’s thirteen but appears mature for her age.
Deeper and Deeper we trek into the woods. We must be at least almost two miles in by now as my throat begins to feel parch. What does he want with me and why me? I keep asking myself as I focus on hatching a plan.
“My husband is missing, you must help me!” I pleaded in broken French.
Chuy barked, tilted his head and sniffed the air. “What is it, boy?” I bent down and patted his head. Chuy barked again but before I could get a hold on his leash, Chuy shot into the woods. “Chuy, wait!” I yelled and ran after him. Running after him was like running after a car.…
I saw him. There’s no mistaking him. Beside the peppery gray hair and the stubble around his mouth, he looked the same as he was twenty years ago.
“I feel so stupid.” He muttered, smoothing his hair before putting on the baseball cap. “How do we even know he’s gonna show?”
“Can I light it now?” He asked excitedly.
As the cool morning air swept across my face, my first instinct was to get up and close the window.
“Stay away from the mirror!” I was told again and again when I was a little girl.
Shortly after midnight, a frantic call to the police was placed. “He’s here! T-the fugitive from the news. I-I see him.”
“Mister, are you all right?” I looked down and saw a little girl pulling at my pant leg.
Her eyes popped open at the sound of laughter.
I shut my eyes, trying to think back to the dream I had the previous night.
“That’s odd, didn’t you say that couple’s going to take the boat for the night?”
The detectives walked through the house in disgust.
It was one clear night. The year was 1955 in small town, Kansas.
As he cleared his throat, she turned. In a large hat, sunglasses, trench coat, and high heels, she looked like someone from the previous century.
When I first moved in, I didn’t mind the close proximity of my bedroom window to the neighbors but then he moved in next door.
“How to get away with murder? Certainly not like this.” The news reporter said, standing before an art piece that had been vandalized.
The moment I entered, all the camera immediately trained on me and at once, two dozen soldiers ran toward me carrying rifles.
“Can you tell me a story?” Naomi said softly as her mother tugged her into bed. “The one about the brothers?”
“You said it’s supposed to work,” Angrily, he rammed his fist into the wall.