Short Story

“I could hear you crazies arguing all the way from the car, just give the poor girl something to do this time. You never let her get in on any of the action.” suggested Natasha,

“The other morning Jerry stopped by the store, visibly upset over something, but refused to talk about it and assured me that we didn’t need to worry about them. Although concerned about his son’s family, Andrew hadn’t sensed any problems.

that Jerry longs for his own independence but he also wants to please his mother. This results into him

“I want you to know that you don’t have to feel alone. I know you wanna reach out for your grandma, but your mother and I are still here.”

“I talked to Inez Romero, Tommy's ex-wife,” I said. “She had a few choice words about your mother.”

so I’m here. You know I stick to my words,” Carrie raised her eyebrows. “With all your family issues, we really didn’t expect you to come. We thought you’d be all stodgy so we’re just surprised to see you here,” Rachel added and displayed a sly smirk. Carrie was bewildered; she did not see that coming from her ‘supposed’ friends.

“Maggie, we have some stuff that we want to talk to you about,” Rachel explained, not liking the way this conversation was heading. “And with Kelly reading lips and all maybe she shouldn’t be in the room.”

After spending several hours, in the motel with Frank, Marlene showered, dressed, and started to leave, the raven-haired beauty, picked up her purse, going toward the door, she said, “Thanks for a lovely time. I need to go, love you.”

Meanwhile, Mrs.Jones was at her apartment making food for her nephew Jack Jones. She was making his favorite food, chicken with mashed potatoes. While finishing up she put the food in a brown bag and grabbed her sweater. On her way to the police station she was starting to wonder how was Roger doing or if he’s still stealing. She had many questions roaming her mind. When she finally arrived to the police station, she asked a young lady in the front desk if Officer Jones was

I clutch my Ka-Bar tightly in my fist, my knuckles turning white. Even though I am talking to a “friendly”, my combat training has coached me to trust no one. Our conversation carries on, but I am acutely aware of the way he observes me. For an instant, his mahogany eyes seemed permeated with disgust. My grip shifts tighter around my weapon. Before I could react, the “friendly” had me rotated around; his own knife striving to slice my jugular vein. The blade grazes my skin, it’s almost cool against my now flushed skin. At first, we struggle, but I am able to force him off my back due to my training. My Ka-Bar is directed and I am prepared to use it. Lord, forgive me, I thought. My hand moves swiftly and efficiently, cutting all over

"William watched Abigail for a moment, noticing her stiff nature. " Abigail, " He said with his tone shaking slightly. William knew something was wrong Abigail was not her usual self.

Then if you walked downstairs there was an area that was for eating. It was a large room with nothing but a table in the corner for the food and tea to sit on. There was not any where to sit other than the floor, the same as that of the sanctuary. I am not entirely sure why this is but that is how it was. Also, I believe down here you were not supposed to wear shoes. With all of that being said everything was very clean because everyone was walking around barefoot. It was easy to notice how clean everything was because of the white tile that was down stairs.

“Gentlemen, he said after inspecting all the boots, You have all done a magnificent job. I thank you for your help, and you have my permission to leave and get so much needed rest.”

Jerry’s mother stops and looks for him and asks if he wants to go to

Although Todd did need to leave in a couple of hours for an important meeting in a couple of hours, it wasn't immediately, nor was it once he'd be required to do a lot of preparation for. Five minutes to feed biggles and twenty more to shower, shave and get on this way, he could have spent the remainder of the time talking to Hannah - what else was he going to do, not sleep- but he realised as he sent the message that once again, his decision to end the conversation on his terms and with his timing was a matter of control.