Miss Scaratone
She came in at 7:36 AM, every Sunday, for the past thirty-five years. There was nothing strange about her, at first glance — just a…
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She came in at 7:36 AM, every Sunday, for the past thirty-five years. There was nothing strange about her, at first glance — just a…
Who is inside Chelle’s phone? Chelle couldn’t figure out what was going on with her phone. She kept insisting to…
It was the second half of December. The sky was darker and grayer than usual days. The day was chilled and spooky. Two people walked…
“Where am I?” I caressed my sore wrist. “The Locomotion, gal,” the bartender sang. “What is that awful smell?” “Oh, that? Ahhh. That’s the smell…
Mary runs to the old chipped white bench in front of Pvt. Greene’s grave and plops down. She feels the tears streaming down her cheeks…
Hank laid flat on his back in the grass, admiring the clouds in the sky as they passed over him. The stars would be coming…
There she is: my next mark. I press my tongue against my teeth, watching her. She holds a half-empty beer to her cheek as she…
Mary feels his gaze heavy on her, as her eyes remain firmly to the ground. She isn’t certain how to move forward with this conversation,…
Mary weaves her way through the gravestones in the cemetery, the moonlight illuminating her way. She hates that the only sound that can be heard…
I took my time before going back to her house. It held no interest for me. I’d only lived in it for the last few…
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