A Short Story : A Story?

Brown shrugged. "I don't know. Time's funny out here. More than two weeks. Less than two months. The bean man's been twice since he passed. I'd guess six weeks. That's probably wrong."

“Is there a problem, Miss?” One of the officers asked again. Wanting so badly to say that everything was all right, and send them away. Carol, for a few seconds, stares at William searching his eyes for an apology, but all she could see was hatred and the frightened looks on her children’s faces. And they could not be described in words.

The doctor reached out his hand towards the Captain, the men shook hands, “What can I do for you Captain?” Dr. McVee asked.

"How about an MRI?" Both Miller and I agreed and they both went to do it while I got a Patient History from her father.

“No need to get all ‘cop to the rescue’ here. I just got lost. Isn’t that right Miss…” he said looking at Dr. Flanagan in reminder of what they talked about.

“I want to know,” Cara says, running her hand over her face. “I need to know how long we’ve been here. Would you stop pacing for one minute?” I stop in the middle of the cell and raise my eyebrows at

It was difficult to gauge time, but Maela was certain that they had been incrementally moving downward for over an hour. “How much longer,” she asked.

He turned to his apprentice, who stood there with confusion written all over his face.

“I don’t know, but she hadn’t left her house, or answered her door for three days. And the lights remained on the entire time. So, I thought something must be wrong.”

“Righty then, let’s take a looksy,” the doctor said slowly, his tools making clinking noises in Gerald’s brain that resonated in his ears. When he heard the sound of moving flesh, he winced involuntarily.

"Carol, Ya Okay," He Questioned, Voice Full Of Concern. Taking A Deep Breath, She Quickly Swiped At Her Eyes Before Starting, "The Girls, Liz...Lizzie, She Killed Mi...Mika," The Tears Were Pouring From Her Eyes Now. "Then, I...I Had To.....Kill Her. I Mu...Murdered A Child Who I Was Su...Supposed To Care For," She Finished, Hands Covering Her Face As She Emphasized, "I Murdered Her." Not Sure What To Do, Daryl Just Went With The First Thing That Came To Mind. "Carol," He Said Softly, Gently Grabbing Her Wrists And Trying To Remove Them From Her Face, "Com'n Look At Me." Slowly She Looked Up From Her Hands, Then He Let Go Of Her Wrists And Murmured, "Come E're," As As She Fell Willing Into His Arms. Shaking Violently As The Sobs Wracked Her Body, Daryl's Grip Tightened Around Her As He Said, "Ya 'AD Ta Do It." Burrowing Her Face In His Chest, She Cried Until She Ran Out Of Tears. Exhausted Physically And Emotionally, Carol Slowly Retreated From Daryl's Strong

"Luka, the cocoon is making weird noises and I saw odd cracks!" He informed me. I frowned as I glanced at the calendar that was stuck to the wall. It has been two weeks so her hibernation phase should be done. I thought.

Ray climbed out and went to greet his friend, “Hi, Bill. Thanks for doing this on such short notice.” He turned to shake the medical examiners hand. “Matt.”

The doctor stopped in his tracks with a look of elegant amazement and distaste, and the ward grew still. “He does what?” he demanded.

Lucy turns to the doctor sitting behind his desk opposite her. He has a medical file and X-rays in front of him.