The Confession
I sit in line and wait. I count my heartbeats, trying to synch my breathing with the ticking of the … Read more
River of Blood
(If you haven’t read part one of this story, click here) I am seated cross-legged on my couch, … Read more
What's the Point?
When you finally manage to lift the head off your pillow on the cold morning, and you let your feet … Read more
Pieces of Us
If death just meant leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new … Read more
Walking Away
Celestine, Later in the evening, when you get back to the house, you will find a small black trash … Read more
The Suicide Note
Dear Pat, I am writing because I am unable to do anything else. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. … Read more
Memories of the Ghost
The Saturday chill, at 7:05 a.m., makes me curl my toes inside the cosy blanket as I turn on the … Read more
The Pillows
I manage to slip out of the office at midday, hoping that what I have done for the day will be … Read more
