When she saw him charging through the door with his orange gym shorts balled in his hand, she grimly braced herself.
When I came to, I could feel the stony path pressing against my scalp, but couldn’t shake the sensation that I was upside down. I’m not sure how long I stared up at the sky before I realized that the leaves on the forest floor were lazily floating upwards.
When I saw the moon lingering in the morning sky, merely a pale shadow, I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until I noticed it day after day, loitering in the noontime sky that I began to contemplate the terrible cosmic consequences of its continued presence in the daylight.
The church is quiet as I light the last candle in the row, closing my eyes and murmuring a desperate prayer. A cold whisper of a draft blows against my neck, and when I open my eyes, my candle is the only one lit.
Unlike most people, the prospect of spring’s arrival filled me with not with hope and excitement, but apprehension and dread. Every day I stared at the small mound of dirt in my backyard, knowing it wasn’t just the ground that was thawing.
Waiting at the bus stop, I sigh heavily as I stare at the ground, feeling the rain drum against my shoulders. I panic when the raindrops start to feel like fingers.
What should have been an occasion to celebrate had immediately turned into a nightmare of police questioning, media harassment, and stress. After all, finding a hundred thousand dollars in your living room wall is great, unless you find a body stuffed in next to it.
I should have known something was off about my date, Steve, from the beginning. Anyone who lets a match burn down to their fingers without flinching should not be trusted.
From the first day I met him, he promised to always love and protect me. Hollow words from someone who was keeping me chained up in his basement.
I shifted on my stool, a worn picture of my deceased husband’s photo in my hands. Before the priestess snapped her fingers, she gave me one warning: “Be carefull what you wish for.”