Stairway to offramp twenty-seven.
The French have a phrase for it, and it’s this: l’esprit d’escalier, the spirit of the stair. Well, Joan is on the freeway when it hits her - _I should’ve told…
Waiting Room pt. 2
Panic gripped Harry. His brain struggled frantically to understand the situation. All the while Raiffe stood there with a knowing smirk on his face. As if he…
Under Pressure
The knife he had pointed at me was longer than my forearm, and that freaked me out. I don’t know about you, but when someone has a knife aimed in the general…
Realisation
Lee’s eyes were sore, they felt dry and desperate and felt in need of light or shape to bring them back to a satisfactory state. A light palette of blues…
Realisation.
Lee’s eyes were sore, they felt dry and desperate and felt in need of light or shape to bring them back to a satisfactory state. A light palette of blues…
Missy in the Morning
Rather than with a start, Missy awoke with a sluggish mental trudge toward panic. The blue Star Wars print sheets were not hers. The orange, motel-style drapes…
Confrontation
“Where have you taken him?” She demanded furiously, the expression almost laughable on her petite face. “Not where we’re taking you.” The man sneered at her…
Smoke and Ashes
I can’t believe that I actually fell asleep. How could I do that? It was probably the dumbest thing I could do. Seriously. Before I even closed my eyes, I made…
Pressure
Panic isn’t the right word yet, but it’s close. I know I shouldn’t feel like this. There shouldn’t be this pressure. It’s supposed to be the happiest day of my…
Good Advice
The phone sits in front of me, oblivious to my hesitance. What if the book is right and that number is God’s phone? Not having a dialing code might be…