He called at a ghostly hour, and hovered outside the front door. She had seen him approach from the other end of the street, just as she was retrieving her keys. There was no urgency in his pace. His gait was tall and menacing against the amber streetlights, and he took slow purposeful steps. She … Continue reading Midnight Caller
Short Stories
Surrender seems to be the hardest word to me
She promised herself she would not let it happen again. This was meant to be her final flop. Then she could resolve to change all the worst things about herself. If only her temper, or her tongue had not slipped, unmasking the rabid dog in her. If only this, if only that . . . … Continue reading Surrender seems to be the hardest word to me