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Tina says: It struck an emotional chord. Her grief was heartbreaking, especially about her worrying about her deceased son being cold.
Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
Tina says: The story left me with questions I wanted answered. The language showed me the paranormal aspect of the story, but also showed some of the conflict. Does her mother and grandmother know about her "condition"?
Mary Decker | @mishmhem
Tina says: The female characters sounds like a sociopath, maybe a woman pushed one time too many. I found the story to be intriguing, and I also wished to read more.
Katsyarina | @gorgeous_jaan
Tina says: I loved the emotion evoked, as well as the imagery. The struggle between Life and Death, and their dance -- simply great!
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Tina says: It was difficult choosing, but one story simply blew me away. Bill Engleson's entry left me wanting MORE. He hooked me from the first line, and the last line for the entry kept me wishing to hold the completed tome in my hand, find a corner, put up a do not disturb sign and just read more. The language popped off the page and had me fully vested in the story. Simply wonderful!
I was tempted to cut and run. Weeping women make me nervous. Weeping women with a close family connection to the mob positively send shivers to almost every location on my precious, highly valued body.
But I had been effortlessly drawn to Holly. I was easy prey. I suppose a mess of fallen flies have had the same lethal lustings for spiders.
The way of a wonky world.
Sniffles, the gangster cat, seemed oblivious to the drama unfolding in her litter box. I wasn’t heartless. I could give the frosty feline the benefit of the doubt.
I topped up my wine and thwacked a gentle knock on Holly’s bedroom door.
“Do you want to talk about it, Holly?” I asked in my best milquetoast, social worker voice.
“Holly? I’m willing to listen. I need the practice.” There, I’d pulled out a kibble of honesty from my bag of diminishing tricks. How many women in my life had slammed me with the pungent retort, “You are always somewhere else, Oliver?”
Too many to count on my pinkies, I answered back…to myself.
This go-around, my personal failings were less the issue.
Poor Holly. She’d been playing a role. Tonight she is forced to say goodbye to her innocence and admit that she has become a cut-rate femme fatale.
That must hurt the old self-image.
The doorknob turned.
I stepped back.
She re-entered the room.
Her overwrought eyes were streaked red and black.
I wasn’t expecting the pistol.
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