The Catch_Red Brushstroke_Gallows Hill_The Names of the Game
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The Catch
“So, what’s the catch?” was the first actual sentence out of Mrs. Benson’s mouth. New clients are always apprehensive, but Mrs. Benson had an ora about her that was giving off something else. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. If I had known where the next hour would take me I would have gladly left my finger cradling my pen and sent Mrs. Benson on her way. But isn’t that how all stories like this begin? An unanswered question. That leads to more questions. That will eventually lead to an answer. Even if that answer is one we wish we had never known. I first became interested in psychology...
Red Brushstroke
The bus was full the day Rosie decided to visit the museum. Her art professor had encouraged the whole class to go while the special exhibit on the Renaissance was being displayed. She made her way down the jostling bus aisle and, with just a glance, seemed to ask, “Can I sit here?” She then withdrew into herself, plugging in her headphones to drown out the loud conversation coming from four rows back. Her eyes looked out, not seeing anything. She was only trying to pass from one place to another as seamlessly as possible, without having to interact with the world much. But the child sitting...
Gallows Hill
In the old days, according to his people’s laws, it would have been perfectly fine to replace a relative who died with someone adopted into the family. That was especially the case if the relative had been murderwww.onedoor.cced by a rival tribe. The tradition was straightforward. If justice was demanded, you would take the life of an enemy or take someone, preferably a child, as an adoptee. It had been that way since time began. All the groups, the tribes, understood this. Even the French did, those sour men in their lice-ridden black robes.But not Yankees. These people with their stinky animals pulling wa...
The Names of the Game
Just to make things clear: I do not tell the truth. Not now, anyway. I am unable to. If you run into me somewhere, just be aware of this: I will lie to you. Don't take it personally, please.I wasn’t always a liar, you know. Well, maybe you don't know, but I'm telling you lying's not my style, so you'll probably believe me. Probably. Most people are incapable of admitting they are megalomaniacs. When somebody does, they are special. You might learn something from their stories.What I'm telling you now is that I am a liar. I don't tell the truth. Don't like to tell the truth. Can't tell the trut...