Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
I rubbed my eyes and the image of my slain Marie was replaced by a burly woman in blue dress pants and an ill-fitting formal shirt with short sleeves.
I thought about Sam, she’s my best friend. We do everything together. Some of the kids at school think we are going out or should be but we’re just friends.
I shrugged and fetched that glass of water. When I returned, the man was gone but in his place I found a single yellow flower lying in his chair.
I shrugged, nonchalantly clicking the pen top. I leaped out of my seat and spun faster than light toward the wall. I went through the wall,
