Blonde Hair on the Beach
The rope doesn’t budge. I’ve been testing it for what feels like ten minutes, flexing my wrists, trying to work […]
The rope doesn’t budge. I’ve been testing it for what feels like ten minutes, flexing my wrists, trying to work […]
I don’t know where I am. The thought comes before anything else. I’m lying on something hard and hot. My
Harper yanks viciously against the ropes that pin her wrists high to the ceiling of the cargo van. Her shoulders
The front door shut and I listened to her footsteps fade down the porch steps, across the path, and then
Under the bright midday sun the bamboo forest steamed with the trapped heat of the recent rain. Tall glossy stalks
The cold was the first thing that registered, a deep, wet chill that seemed to rise from the ancient flagstones
Let me explain something to you right away, because this is the kind of situation where a little clarity helps.
Lexi woke in fragments, with no clean line between sleeping and consciousness, only a slow crawl upward through cold, noise,
The first thing I knew was the cold. It bit into me, deep and punishing, the kind of cold I
I woke up sitting on the smooth ice floor, legs folded in front of me, ankles already bound tight together