I stared into the man's lifeless eyes. His face was blue, but it could've been from the cold. His body was bloated, but he could've just been fat. None of this explained the crows lining up on the tree branch though. --The Body By the Tree
~ Yawatta Hosby
A bloody guy in overalls, wearing a straw hat, began chasing us. He held a saw, pointing it at us. We were gonna die! --The Body By the Tree
There were cracked head stones, dead flowers and weeds coming through the ground. Even the trees looked lifeless. --The Body By the Tree
Bruises and dried blood covered her face, giving the illusion of chicken pox.
Birds chirped and hawked in the distance. A group of them, maybe vultures, circled the sky. Rae glanced at the blanket. Those damn birds could probably smell Marissa, and the second everyone left, they'd pounce on her.
Yeah, there has to be a few screws loose when a girl asks you to drop everything to spend a three-day weekend on very short notice, and you say okey dokey without a care in the world.
Just one pit stop, Rae. One pit stop that won't even take an hour. Then it's over. It's finally over.
Mackenzie flinched. Struggling to breathe, she stood up and walked over to the table.
What did he want? What did he mean he was in the right place?
Mackenzie glanced through the glass doors. It was dark outside, except for the dim light from the front entrance. A night breeze swooshed leaves throughout the parking lot.
This wasn't the last of it. Now that Finia was carrying his baby, they would be together forever, whether she liked it or not.
How dare she not give in to his vulnerability. There was only so much rejection he could take.
Finia glanced towards her bedroom, wishing the darkness would swallow her whole.
No, she's been killing me with kindness. She pointed her finger in his face. There's a difference, and if you didn't have her on a pedestal, you could tell the difference.
Poe, come on. Don't be like this. She avoided his gaze, and that was killing him. He'd rather she yell at him than give him nothing at all.
Oliver knocked on the door, trying to keep his fear in check. Dominic didn't answer. Oliver looked around the porch for a hidden key, frantically searching under the welcome mat, but to no avail.
The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn't enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again--emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn't Poe be his?
