*Author’s aside: Goddamn, that’s a cool picture.*
“Come on,” the man repeated implacably as he dragged me along. “We can’t stay here. It isn’t safe.”
I wanted to shout back at him, but focused instead on keeping my feet beneath me. I’d already stumbled and nearly fallen, and learned the hard way that my new captor didn’t slow down to let me recover. Continue reading
Pitter patter. That’s the right sound, she thought, looking past her reflection in the glass of the sliding door. This is a pitter patter kind of rain.
She heard his steps from behind her. She didn’t turn around as she listened to the clink of mugs in the cupboard, the splash of coffee from the machine pouring into first one cup, then the other. The fridge hissed as he pulled out the creamer, added a splash to her cup. The ring of a spoon as it clattered against the inside of the mug.
“Still raining?” He handed the mug over to her; she wrapped her fingers around the ceramic to absorb some of its warmth. Continue reading
Missing Brains 