The Flat Line_break the silence_A Winter’s Red Tail_Nowhere to Go
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The Flat Line
TW // death“Two minutes! Stop compression, check rhythm and pulse!” I was awoken from a calm and peaceful dream. Bright lights, strange noises, and figures moving around my body in a rapid but well-rehearsed commotion. Soon a tall figure hovered over my chest and his large hands started pressing down deeply and quickly at the centre of my chest, again and again. I wanted to yell at him, bugger off!!! But I could not find my voice. I tried to move my limbs or turn my head to the side but again I could not move them. What’s going on? Where am I?***“Two minutes! Stop compression, check rhythm and...
break the silence
When everyone’s quiet, when everywhere becomes dark, when the door is locked shut, that’s when you don’t suspect a thing. That’s when you think you’re perfectly, utterly, safe, and you snuggle under your covers like there’s not a problem in the world. That’s why, in those times, when the floors creak and the wind howls, you scoff and think it’s your ‘overactive imagination’ acting up again.Allow me to start from the very beginning.My name is Summer, but it’s brisk cold winter out here. It all started on a Sunday last month. I had finished my homework merely seconds before the clock struck midn...
A Winter’s Red Tail
Huey drove and drove and drove. He hadn’t hit her that hard. Not that hard. Couldn’t have been that hard. He looked at his hands on the steering wheel and the dried stains of red. It would be dark soon. He had to get gas. He was only halfway there.He stopped on the highway shoulder and got out and washed his hands in a snowbank, all the while worrying that the passing traffic might be watching him.He got more gas and paid with the cash he had gotten maxing out his overdraft before he left his hometown. Maybe his wife was alive? Huey hadn’t hit her that hard. But he knew she wasn’t. It wasn’...
Nowhere to Go
The first sign of trouble was the silence from our aging analog radio. Frida and I woke up most days to a rock ’n roll classic floating out on the air, great songs we had known the lyrics to forty years earlier.It was the missinwww.onedoor.ccg music that woke me. Once my eyes were open, our bedroom was suspiciously dark, and when I looked out the window, the traffic lights on the streets below weren’t working. The paltry morning traffic was unsettling for a typical New York workday. It was raining hard. The face of the bedside clock had stopped at 2am, our only sign. Frida was buried under the blankets, fa...