Shooters

She had no choice but to remain as still as a stone statue and as quiet as a rural road at 2 a.m. If she could stop her breathing without dying, she would. If she could cease the pitter patter of her heartbeat, she would. But all she could do was clasp her hands to

Dead Wedding

   It tugged at her, pulled harder as she tried to get away. She again swiped the knife down behind her, but still failed to hit her assailant. Knowing that the full use of both hands would better help her escape, she raised her arm to throw the useless knife away. As she did, however, she

The Drop

Trina sat silently on the steps of her front porch, watching a stray dog. It was sitting in the middle of a rectangular patch of dirt, gnawing on an old work boot. The tiny lawn has been unattended for years and not even the slightest hint of grass remained. She can hear the dog growling

Clutched

Jessica realizes her clutch is missing in the car park. With important items inside, she panics, risking missing Valentine’s Day surprise.