Seybur was crushing her eight, maybe ninth cigarette into the ashtray when her phone rang. She let it ring. It was the doctor from the fertility clinic. No doubt he was calling to find out why she and Terseer had missed their appointment. She lit another cigarette. Idiot. When the man failed to admit he … Continue reading Doo’s Room →

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You sit there caressing her bony fingers, wondering when she would arise from the dead. You can’t stop looking into her glistening eyes and imagining that you are seeing straight to her soul—seeing the life she has lived being cast onto the screen of her mind. They are not pleasant, these images that meet your … Continue reading Arise →