Short Story

“So this is where he works?” I asked through gritted teeth, staring at Blake from across the table. He told me everything there was to know about Talia Evers the other day, along with several fun facts about Staten Island that I would’ve been happy not knowing. Him being him, he seemed to have a natural knack for knowing girls better than they knew themselves. But when he brought up her older brother, who I remembered as her uninvited ‘guest’ to my birthday party, things took an interesting turn.

“I just want you to take care of yourself. If you hate it, never go back,” he spoke softly. Danny looked up at him, seeing the same look in his eyes that Ian often had. It wasn’t pity or sadness, just a type of concern that always made her fail to deny anything they asked of her.

"I don't know, apparently she was given the idea that we were dating or something. Weird, huh." He said.

“Babe, I think we need to talk,” Tyler’s face was serious, “it’s about us and our future.” He took my hand and led me towards the couch.

"They've bugged me about it all day....." Anthony trailed off, before looking over at Ian with a look he recognized as he was about to say something really stupid or something really crazy.

"James has been with his fraternity lately for some kind of 'group study, '" She enunciates the tidings with finger quotes. "I 'm feeling skeptical about it too; he scarcely texts me anymore and that makes me glum."

I think I have a granddaughter and grandsons. I don’t know how many more grandchildren.” He stopped talking and looked around the empty bar room. “I’ll never forget how angry Jessica was the night her mother died. I swear it wasn’t my fault, but she wouldn’t listen when I explained about the accident.”

“Yes dear? What do you have to tell me?” Mary worriedly exclaimed. She looked around into the dimly lit lamp light of the living room. Mary sat down in stiffly onto an old armchair. Patrick got up and walked over to the table and drank straight out of the bottle of whiskey, he then sat back down.

“Just think, Jan, if we continued on we could reach Highgarden in three days.” Alayna pointed out as she and Janna road ahead of the rest of their group.

The interrogation room I was sitting in was cold and kind of dark. I get why it's like this but I don't understand why I'm here.

“ Did I tell you it was a bad idea? Yes. Did you listen? No,” she ticked off the things on her fingers.

"Is it her decision?" she asked me caustically, obviously referring to me drugging her sister.

He continued to talk with no expression on his face, “She was my everything. No one understood me like her. When everyone turned their backs on me, she was there.”

The husband slowly puts the phone away. And than hugs his wife, both of them sobbing. As they stayed there in silence they both have a tear in their life that they could not repair. As they stay there the husband can’t handle the thought that his son will be killed in at least 48 hours by the people he works for.

“Ah,” said Strummer, and Gemma worried she had said something that would actually be useful to him. That was the last thing she wanted. “Then let’s talk about your inability to form relationships.”