- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Dr. Anita Sabat | @anitaexplorer
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Gora Shade | @AngoraShade
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- Mary Decker | @mishmhem
- Sudeepta Mohapatra
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Mark A. Morris
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Louisa Bacio | @Lousiabacio
Eric Martell | @drmag00
Danielle says: This story interested me and I'm quite curious to see a backstory to it, a why more specifically. I like the twist on angels being a bad or troublesome being instead of a good and helpful one.
Gora Shade | @AngoraShade
Danielle says: Loved the suspense until the end so you never knew quite what he was digging for. My brain went to thinking it was treasure or gold based on the nervous partner, but I love the humorous ending (especially the last line). It does make me wonder who the buried guy is, or what he is, and why people would be hung for less than digging up an undead grave.
Nellie Batz | @solimond
Danielle says: There's a comical but also perplexed hook to this one that I love. I want to know more about everything in the story.
Mark A. Morris
Danielle says: I'm so curious to know the backstory here and would love to see more! The details really sell the heart wrenching sucker punch of desperation and being cornered with no other choice but the unthinkable. The ending is excellent, just enough detail to imply what happened, and just enough to also keep you wondering and hooked. Loved it!
He stepped through the doorway and for the first time I saw him as a threat. He was broad-shouldered and dark-skinned, but he was also a barrier, his solidity stoppering me inside my home. If I ran, I’d have nowhere else I could go – he could settle himself down and wait for me to return.
“I’ll pay you double,” I said. “I just need another week.” I spun on my heel, trying to assess the worth of the keepsakes Arthur and I had collected. I’d no jewellery of any value, just the ring he’d bought me, everything else we’d owned as small and modest as we’d been. There were some bearer-bonds we’d had in a bank account, but it would take weeks to cash those. This man needed something now. He’d not leave otherwise.
The bailiff brushed along the hallway, his elbows jutting out. A lamp from Madrid dropped to the floor, its globe shattering against the tiles. The Welsh china dogs followed it, breaking singly, their remains pooling together. The portrait from our wedding went next, its frame falling into my hands...
I looked at the crumpled photo of us, me in my dress and Arthur in his uniform. The thug was unconscious and the floor was awash with his blood. The frame was smashed and there was glass everywhere...
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