Memento_The 12 Year Hide and Seek_The Weevil_The Second Sight
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Memento
(Content Warning: themes of emotional abuse)Mel forced herself to blink her dry eyes as she stared through the windshield into the black, pouring rain. Her hands gripped the scratched steering wheel like it was a plastic lifeline, chest squeezing her heart as she tried to push aside what she was doing, where she was going. Rain crashed over the road, so thick she could barely see the edge of the pavement.A bump. Mel yelped, knees knocking against the rim of the wheel. The thud in the trunk sent her skin crawling again. She knew it was sliding around back there, hovering like a storm following ...
The 12 Year Hide and Seek
“Twenty-nine… thirty. Ready or not, here I come!” Millie shouted, hopefully loud enough for her sister, Kitty, to hear. Millie stood up from her counting spot — just behind their father’s rusting wheelbarrow — and began to search for her little sister. Their family’s farm was over twelve acres, so she had a lot of ground to cover. “I found you!” Millie exclaimed. Kitty groaned as she climbed out of the truck bed. “You ought to find a better hiding spot than the one I always find you in.”Kitty jumped out of the bed and hit the ground with a thud. She brushed the dust off her dress and placed he...
The Weevil
Amelia sighed. It seemed that she was always sighing these days. She rolled her eyes in frustration and cupped her head in her hands. Taking a deep breath she looked up with seeming indifference and glanced around the minimally decorated office. Her face had a nonchalant expression but her head felt like a lightning storm. She wished she could be anywhere but here right now but she still had 35 minutes left. How long could she be silent and stare at the ground before the shrink started to judge her? After all, therapists are just people and they must be judgmental from time to time, Amelia th...
The Second Sight
My mother’s voice sounded odd on the phone that evening. We live just round the corner from each other, but she’s good about giving me space and usually doesn’t get upset about anything. Tonight, she sounded worried.“Di, can you come over now?” she said. “It’s Mrs. McPhee. Iwww.onedoor.cc can’t explain on the phone. Please. It’s urgent.”“Sure,” I said, staring at the phone. This was strange. Mrs. McPhee was my mother’s nosy old neighbor. I assumed it wasn’t a medical emergency or my mother would have called the ambulance“Mom, how can you stand her?” I had asked more than once, exasperated by Mrs. McPhee’s h...