Jasmine ripped up the t-shirt she found in the alley dumpster and wrapped it around the bloody hole on Professor Barrett’s left leg. “Is it
Promises, Promises
Kimberly sat cross-legged on the floor and emptied the book bag contents and arranged the six black tourmaline and white selenite crystals in a small
Jealousy
I reopened my eyes and, unconsciously, they landed on the happy couple. He unleashed his schoolgirl giggles while rubbing her swollen belly. And she, that
Visitation
It’s the same nightmare every night. Anna reached for him, only to be greeted by a cool mattress. She listened for the sound of the
The one that got away
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