"Is that blood?" Mia's voice was high and tinny. She was watching Nate with wide eyes. "No?" Nate looked down at his shirt, then carried his gaze further to his hands. "That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question."Continue Reading
"Where are you going?" Jasmine snapped. Her sister stopped in the doorway. She stood still for a long moment, then slowly turned. Kitty looked at her with disgust. "Where am I going?" Kitty said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I'm going to Ted's house. Where I won't have to hear you nag me."Continue Reading
A dozen pairs of eyes, at least, were staring at him. They weren't happy eyes either. And they weren't on happy faces. They were downtrodden. They stared at him with overwhelming sadness leaking from the holes in their faces. They were gaunt faces. Skin stretched taught from malnutrition. And they weren't very clean either. Mud and grime streaked across their skin, creating a motley rainbow Continue Reading
This week’s prompt was: “I like your hair.” He looked her up and down. “Can I have a piece?” He'd been following them for twenty-seven minutes. Amelia had started counting when she saw him walk past them and felt his eyes rove her figure from her chest to her toes and back up to the top of her head. She'd heard him breathing, heavily, as he passed, and heard that breathing stick around.Continue Reading