(Day 27) Hiding Amongst the Furniture
“Is it safe?” The words barely settled in my ear before I turned, ducked, and place a hand just under the bed to still her voice. “Not yet,” I whisper-shout…
Homicide Housekeepers
You never really get used to it you know. The mess. Even under the best of circumstances, death is messy. Life...life is messier, though. Death is just an…
Vestige of a Kiss...
Small things - such as the unwashed dishes on the counter, or the dirty undergarments thrown on her side of the bed - irritated him. He would look around the…