A Short Story : A Story?

“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .

“I’m afraid she’s still away, I have yet to hear from her or her bodyguards.” Kragen responded.

“I...I don’t know. Sometimes I wish dad would just come back. And other times I wish he was never alive. He left us, to suffer with an alcoholic mother, while he’s probably living a good life with another wife who’s 20 years younger than him.” I rolled up my sleeve, tracing the scars on my wrist. We stared at the passing cars, hoping one of those was mom’s.

"Teddy! Mark! Someone! Please! Are you alive!" Her voice was wracked with desperation. They couldn't be dead. They are probably just unconscious. She repeated that thought over and over, but the more she did, the more she started to worry. I'll just go look for them, she thought. In hindsight, trying to move while

“Because of this.” She pushes today’s newspaper towards me.”The found another body. Her name was Molly.”

“Why does this happen to me?” She said, trying the best she could through her sobs.

“I’ll be home at half past eight. Please leave dinner for me in the fridge.” Hugh called over his shoulder. Mother exhaled a faint sigh.

“Why don’t you wait out here,” Spears said, recognizing the emotional exhaustion and guilt that so often torments the children of the dying. “I’ll sit with him for a while.”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. There’s no telling at this point. I could only speculate who murdered Thomas Bloodworth. He could have had many enemies that wanted him dead.”

“Bye, doll, the boss is waiting out front,” Jerry, whispered to her lips on his way out and pulls the door shut behind

"They threatened to kill my daughter. It's all my fault. It's all my fault," he blubbers.

“My husband had been shot in the civil war, we had no family, I needed to take care of my son, he can no get hurt, I would never forgive myself.” The child continue to stare at his feet, as Aleena pulls him to her side.

“She was beautiful,” Moxxie said. She paused to stroke the dead woman’s blonde hair away from her pale white face. “Her husband said

“Why, I was murdered, darling,” she said, almost dreamily. “My family and I were on our way to Florida for a vacation. We were traveling through south Georgia when we

“All the police would say was a neighbor found her lying by the side of the house. Other than that we don’t know anything,” Jerry said, patting Marlene’s hand.