When Mahmud and Sam arrive at Aaron’s hospital room, the door is closed.
“I texted him this morning. He said he’d be awake when we got here,” Sam turns to Mahmud.
“Let’s check with the floor nurse,” Mahmud is already …
1939 Berlin
Sharon and her daughter, Monika, stood self-consciously in a cluster of commuters in the early morning’s dark. The Reich had ordered Jews to wear the Star of David sewn conspicuously over the left breast. This was the first day to …
One thing Eleanor had learned recently was that a 13-year-old boy coming down the stairs sounded exactly like a catastrophic accident. If the roof of her house had collapsed and beams and shingles begun to pour down, she would not …
Amelia Watson, my new patient, is due at one o’clock She shows up at one ten. Her completed patient information shows she’s twenty-four and unmarried. She writes “Trust Fund” in the space for occupation.
Amelia’s a toned, amber blonde with …
Early that morning Bill noticed something odd across the street. The neighbor’s dog, Abby was pacing back and forth restlessly.
“I better go check on Eddie,” he called to his wife Sue.
“What’s wrong?” She hurried into the living room.…
‘So, what seems to be the problem, Joe?’
‘I have this recurring dream about killing Doug.’
‘Doug?’
‘He’s my neighbor.’`
‘I see.’
‘I dream about killing him and burying him under the floorboards of my dining room.’
Dr Harrison …
Shel came up to Lisa’s room, sat on the bed and offered her some pot. As they smoked she glanced at the mirror over her dresser and said, “I think there’s another world inside of mirrors.”
Shel tilted his head, …
I ripped the picture as soon as I was able to, and threw it away. But I couldn’t unsee it, as a killer who can’t unsee the gaze on his victim’s eyes right before the life seeps out of them. …
It was raining, as usual in November, in the Pacific Northwest. School children didn’t mind. They joyfully jumped into puddles with their yellow, green and red boots. Outside their classroom, the boots lined up in a rainbow of colors below …
My grandmother and I only had one thing in common. A love of books. Reading was the one area in which we connected.
When we cleaned out her house, the only thing I took with me was a box of well-read paperbacks. As I …