The town overflows with the promise of a party. The way his fingers tickle up my leg as we weave through the crowd sends my joy higher. I want to dance with him under the red lanterns and stringed lights, swaying to the band I hear playing in the distance. His hand finds mine as …
That doll gave me the fucking creeps, but Annie wanted it as soon as we walked into the charity shop so I had to buy it. “It’s name is Annabel! That’s my name, mama.” “Sure is, sugar.” I grimaced as I touched its dusty dress and waxy skin. Touching it freaked me out, but my …
Added Friday Flash to today’s storyin12. Follow the bottom link to the other posts – “What do you think she was doing?” He reached around the glass and stroked a finger over the curve of the statue’s breast. No touching The sign declared the words in bold letters, but my mind was on the movement …