Harper’s Moving Van Escapade
Harper yanks viciously against the ropes that pin her wrists high to the ceiling of the cargo van. Her shoulders […]
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
The fluorescent light buzzed overhead like a dying insect, a constant drone that drilled into my skull almost as much
I pull at the ropes around my wrists, the hemp biting into my skin as I wrench my arms in