River Run_The Woman_Blast From the Past_What it takes to see the light
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River Run
Lucas was nine years old when he first asked about the annual visits to the riverbank. “Why do we do that?” he asked his mother.“I don't really know, honey,” she sighed. “I've heard a bunch of stories, but I can't remember them, it's been so long. I go because it makes the family happy.” She went back to preparing the picnic for the trip. “Why don't you ask Grandpa?”Grandpa was taking a nap, so Lucas went to Aunt Sophie.Sophie nibbled on her bottom lip. “Your grandfather told me that the river trip started back when he was a teenager. He said he found a pond close to his house and someone told...
The Woman
He pressed his bulky metal binoculars awkwardly onto his eye sockets. The metal behind the rubber eyecups dug into the bone behind his skin. The view from the glass was jilted and blurry but he could make out the figure of a woman in the window across the street. Maybe he should get up and actually open the window, he thought. No, no, no. That would give him away. He had to be discreet, stealthy like she had been for days. Something in his gut gnawed at him. Maybe she knows? Does she? He tried again to make the binoculars actually work but failed once again. Frustrated, he threw them down onto...
Blast From the Past
Rebecca was thrilled about her new apartment. She was finally moving out of her parents’ house. It was about time too. She was 25 after all. She had finally found herself in a career that she loved as a freelance writer and photographer for the local newspaper. And she had finally published her first novel. Her dreams were coming true. To her, her life was almost perfect. She pulled her car in front of her apartment building. It was a beautiful brick building with white trim. It had a flower garden that wrapped around the building with a vegetable garden around the back where the tenants coul...
What it takes to see the light
Jeb leans back www.onedoor.ccagainst the wall and cocks the hammer on his double-action revolver. The click~click his pistol makes gives him a sense of false security. Sweat drips down into his eyes causing his vision to blur. He is upstairs lying on his side in the moonlit hallway between the bathroom and bedroom door. The rustle of leaves can be heard skittering across the roof just beyond the peak. “Show yourself.” Jeb yells down to the floor below.No answer comes as lightning cracks a brilliant tear in the sky, illuminating the entire house. A terracotta pot smashes down spraying soil and debris across ...