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When I came in the front door from work, I found my five-year-old daughter hopping and gyrating around the living room like she was covered in fire ants. “What are you doing, sweetheart?” I asked, tossing my briefcase onto the
“He doesn’t want to see you,” her father said. “His parents called us,” her mother said. “I love him,” she said. “He wants to be with me.” “You are only fifteen,” her mother said. “He doesn’t want to see you.”
At night, that’s when the moans start. I lay in bed, thinking about the day, no money, worries, how to pay for the new house. Tiny though it may be. At some point I drift off. Then the moans start.
He didn’t see the dog until it was too late. The shaggy beige stray darted across the highway right in front of his car. He felt, rather than heard, a sickening pop, and saw the small body rebound off the
Everywhere I go, I see them. I can’t get away from them. Last night when I was bathing Mama in her tub, she said Go close the curtains, son, I’m in my altogether. So I went to the bathroom window
Rain sputtered like grease on asphalt still hot from the July Texas day. The black ribbon with the double-yellow line wound out, a miasma of blinks and blurs from the downpour. It was five till midnight. He drove, the wipers
That thump again, in the hall. Like something thudding against the other side of her door. “Elsie?” I call. No answer, of course. Just another drum beat against the wood, like marking time for a dirge I can’t hear. “Elsie-Bellsie?”
It’s fuckin cold out here. I can feel every hair on my arms prickin up like a goddam dog’s ears when he hears the kibble bag. That buzzin fuckin streetlight over there is pissin me off. Stupid orange glow from
After my heart attack last year—the doc called it ventricular fibrillation, a fancy name for a reliable old muscle moving to the bad side of the tracks—Barbara wanted the two of us to get in better shape. I saw it
He cut the ribbons with the precision of a surgeon. They had to be perfect. They must be perfect. If even one ribbon was out of place, she would be unhappy with him. He cut the wide strip its length,
In the Time It Takes to Blink: (A Novel of Suspense and Horror)
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