Tag: death

  • Missing or Dead?

    “She won’t return my phone calls.  She won’t return my texts.  If she’s not missing, then she’s dead.  Can you do a welfare check?”  I stared at the police officer and hoped he would take me seriously.  At twenty-five years old, I often got mistaken for a teenager.  And by the look on Officer Henry’s face,…

  • Cold Wind

    The cold wind surrounded me like the grief I felt.  I knew eventually the fog would lift, but I wanted it to lift sooner rather than later.  Until then I would sit outside and watch my screams run away with the wind.  “I thought you might be still out here.”  I almost jumped out of…

  • The Courtyard

    My grandfather’s courtyard was the only place where I truly felt at peace.  I spent at least one week at my grandfather’s house every summer, and if I was lucky, an entire month.  My dad disappeared from my life when I was seven and only came around once in a blue moon.  My grandparents stepped…

  • Imminent Death

    My sister’s imminent death had me reeling and I knew I needed to dial my emotions back, but couldn’t figure out how.  The thought I would have to live without my sister in my life was the scariest thing to ever happen to me.  I felt like I was constantly in motion starting the moment…

  • Night Drives

    The weekends were always my favorite because I had no rules.   Once school and my Friday chores were done, I disappeared and only showed up for dinner on Saturday and Sunday nights.  We had recently moved onto a farm and I was too busy finding all the best hiding places and just exploring in general.  I needed to know the land like…

  • Good For

    “That’s all he’s good for, really.”  I tossed the picture of Eric off to the side and started sorting the next stack.  I was ready to move on.  “So are you really going to push him aside just like that?  After all you two have been through?”  Samantha started stacking the books in piles that didn’t make any sense,…

  • From the Stars

    “You will watch over us from the stars,” I said staring at the stars from the backyard.  I could still hear my sister and her boyfriend fighting.  It was like the wanted the entire neighborhood to hear them fighting since they only left the windows open when they were fighting.  Maybe it was an unconscious thing they had since they literally fought every time the windows…

  • The Sword

    “That’s the sword,” I whispered.  “The sword that changed everything.  The sword we all own our lives to.”  As I looked at Marty, I saw that Marty had already fallen asleep.  He usually made it through the story so he could talk about the sword, but today had been a hard day.  Today was the…

  • Dreaming My Life Away

    “I told you dreaming would do you no good.  It will do nothing.  Your life is here,” my father kicked the soil and I hoped he didn’t move the seeds I had so carefully planted.  “I know what you have said, but I can’t stop.  I don’t know what I am supposed to do when…

  • Tears

    “This story will end in tears,” I thought to myself as I listened to the young couple at the table next to mine.  As I waited for my husband, I couldn’t help but listen to their whispered argument.  They apparently had gotten into a minor fender bender on the way to the restaurant and for…