It was a Thursday, the last day before the weekend that the boy would be visiting Ewing. They sat at the kitchen table at Ewing’s condo in Van Nuys, fruit punch between them, Darius using his fingers to count through single-digit multiplication problems. (more…)

As she lay waiting for the end to happen, holding Bryony in her arms, Rosa thought back to how they came to be lying together on this bed. The sounds of the distant zees cut through the night, but there was no chance that they’d make it in here. She couldn’t do it to the woman she loved.  (more…)

Billy awoke slowly, almost reluctantly; his skinny arms still wrapped protectively around his little sister. The city was waking up from the long, dark night as well and an insipid light was filtering into their hiding place.

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Sequel to Part 4

“Which way I fly is Hell; myself, I am Hell;”

Kelly,

If you are reading this, one of two things has happened. Either Sachs has had me killed, or, I have been locked in the Shed. (more…)