If he thought, for one second, that he was going to win…she was about to prove him wrong on so many levels. She’d had her eye on this client for months and she’d schmoozed the bastard more than she cared to admit.
In her old life, she’d have sent one of the boys who protected her after the rude competitor who hadn’t found a low he couldn’t beat. In her new life, real estate sales in the cutthroat world of the 5 burrows, she had to deal with the schmuck herself.
Continue reading “A Little Healthy Competition | A Short Story”
Running after her dog, she almost didn’t see the car. The driver screeched to a halt and she waved in apology, taking off after Bounce again.
Three blocks later, she got close enough to the terrier to grab his leash. Out of breath and sheened in sweat, she gasped, “You’re lucky you’re so cute. How do your little legs move so fast?”
Her sweet dog happily leapt around her, oblivious that the chase wasn’t a game and his owner felt on the verge of a coronary.
“I cannot with you. Let’s go home.”
Turning to make the walk back to her house, a man stood in his open car door. He was the one who’d almost hit her. Shit. She hoped he wasn’t one of those road rage people.
Continue reading “Good Boy | A Short Story”
There were few things as scary as hiding. He’d never even liked the game as a much younger boy. It was even less fun as a matter of life or death.
Who knew if the slightest misstep – common to all the dead people in horror movies – would be the one that gave you away?
He sat in the corner, behind the dilapidated sofa, hand over his mouth to muffle his breathing. He counted to one hundred and then did it again…and again.
Continue reading “The Voice | A Short Story”
When I was a little girl, I imagined that many of the people in books were real.
Lizzy Bennett and Jane Eyre, Bilbo and Gandalf, Atticus Finch, and Oliver Twist. Many, many who stuck with me.
They were my heroes, the people that fought evil and won, who never gave up and never surrendered…who eventually won out over violence and ignorance and inequality.
Then I turned twelve and came to learn that, while there are good people who fight the good fight loudly and boldly, there is also true evil.
Continue reading “Running | A Short Story”
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