My Lucky Day_When A Stranger Knocks_Caged by Chrysanthemum's_A Good Samaritan
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My Lucky Day
“4 23 24 35 54 Power Ball 13,” I tell the overweight cashier behind the smeared plexiglass. My hands begin to shake as I get out the wallet from my purse and spy some mini bottles of Jack Daniels in the neat little basket sitting next to the credit card machine. My mouth begins to water. “And two of these,” I say as I push the bottles towards the cashier before my subconscious can talk me out of it. The cashier glances up at me, raising an eyebrow.“I.D.” he says.I reach into my wallet, pull out my driver’s license, and slide it over the counter towards the cashier. Even though I’m 28, I stil...
When A Stranger Knocks
Hugo Trench braced himself against the back of his chair, and his fingers hovered over his laptop keys when he heard banging on his windows. He stared across the room, wondering who would be foolish or desperate enough to be traveling at night during a blizzard? Ten hours ago, Hugo reluctantly drove upstate from New York City. He nearly slid off the snow-covered roads few times. Although he didn’t want to drive up, he had no choice. His agent and his publisher were pressuring him to rewrite the last few chapters of his book. They complained that the description of the murder scene lacked ...
Caged by Chrysanthemum's
Was it night or day? Either way, the man could not tell as the house did not allow even the faintest sliver of light to seep through.The only source of light in the shadow-filled house came from a single candle seated upon a rusted candlestick, whose warm glow illuminated the corner of the dark room.Rattling the doorknob once more and assured that it was locked, the man heaved a sigh.After all, the devil lay www.onedoor.ccoutside these doors.The wooden floor creaked with every step of the man as he moved towards the candle. Lifting it, the man's brow twitched as the faint light illuminated a tall grandfathe...
A Good Samaritan
I'm at a red light, singing and playing the drums on the steering wheel. A woman knocks on the passenger window, pleading for help. I inspect her messed up hair, smeared makeup and rumpled top. Campfire stories of murderous hitchhikers or Granny's warning about damsels in distress who steal young men's hearts, then their souls were my first thoughts. The car behind me honked. The ones in front had gone through the green light. She beat on the window, her shouts drowned out by the music. I unlocked the door. She plunged in, a stench invaded the interior. My eyes burning, I crossed the interse...