Helena stood in front of her bathroom mirror. She had showered, gotten dressed up in her best dress and was now fixing her hair and makeup. But, the weird thing was, it felt like muscle memory, a habit,...
Gently rocking. The soft sound of water. A dim, orange light slipping in through the slivers of the windowshades. Alexis put her arm up over her face, and then gasped in surprise as Rick mounted her and...
Hours upon hours of scrolling. Thousands of articles, listacles, seemingly private records of addresses and phone numbers, all leading to the inevitable dead end that always seemed to loom just around...
Helena came here at least once a month. She stood in front of the headstone and she stared, silent and stoic, she tried to think of what she and her son might talk about had he survived. Had he still...
John was standing on the docks, hands in his pockets. Ellen was seated on a bench back near the front of the area, opting instead to not be near the water. His eyes scanned the horizons, his hair blew...
Alexis couldn't stop shaking. She was sitting in her apartment on her couch, with Ellen in a loveseat across the room and Rick picking up the place, likely to keep himself from losing it, and was unsure...