“What’s it like to be dead?” she asked him, her voice barely above a whisper.
She tried to imagine it when he didn’t respond. She thought it would be cold. Lonely. Much like her life now. She rubbed her arms as the breeze became a cold wind, gusting against her. She fell against Johnny’s stone, hugging it to keep herself upright.
I step outside cautiously, alert for any sign of activity. It’s still dark, but that doesn’t matter. They could attack at any time. They’re always there. Waiting for me. I look up and see only the porch light, swivel my head from side to side to check every angle. I…
It’s Over Island A Short Story by Barbara Meyers Chapter Two – Second Chance Chateau Beth McCarthy woke without benefit of an alarm. Morning sun peeked through the window where a light breeze fluttered the lacy curtains. She’d painted the bedroom yellow and with the eastern-facing windows she often felt…
It’s Over Island A Short Story by Barbara Meyers Chapter One When Alex McCarthy opened his eyes he had no idea where he was. He lay for a moment allowing his senses to adjust. He was in a simply furnished room. Sunlight splashed through sheer curtains fluttering in a light…
