It looked like blood, except it was the wrong color. Too thick. It almost felt like the slime we used to play with as kids. The kind that stuck to the wall and crawled its way down.
This whole failing at dating thing is starting to get to me. I’m beginning to think there’s something wrong with me.
As soon as I sat down at my new station, I knew I was in trouble.
I am a coward and I may have begun the end of everyone I ever knew.
“I feel like a fucking idiot looking back, but at the time… How the hell could I have guessed what was going on?”
She was in the middle of a really funny story when Daddy grabbed her and dragged her across the lawn. The other children cheered as Daddy slipped a noose on Clara and threw the other end of the rope over a tree branch.
“I’m not giving up on you.”
Standing beside my boyfriend’s limp body, there was a man. I could only see his legs, his sleek black trousers, and one hand, holding a glock.
No rattle. No mouth full of fangs and venom. No hypnotic gaze. And not a bird or a bear. But two men disappeared while hiking in the woods and would not be found.
Marcarian said that she felt traumatized by the freak accident and would probably never date a smaller guy again.