Harvey
“I’m not a tourist, I’m from Grand Rapids.”
A Favor
I understand his mother wants to watch me die. That will be the last insult if she tries to send me a message she’s praying for me. She should have reared a better son.
What Is It?
Do you believe in evil?
Do you?
Summoning Winter
I deal in death, that’s how I earn my bread and butter. Wallowing in the financial implications of suffering and demise, I shuffle the sheaves of paper, both tactile and electronic, that rustle the real-life certainty of not existing anymore. Working under a thick armour of mental self-preservation which expands with the continual observation of someone else’s misery, I muddle through and keep an even tone in my voice. I work in an emotional freezer for survival’s sake.
Hollow
“What’s your name,” he asked.
“Laurel,” she whispered, ashamed–this was no proper introduction.
“Well, Laurel, would you like to see the two-headed chickens or the trapeze act in the big top?”
She looked down and whispered no thank you and hoped he would believe her.