In a cruel but seductive tone, Edna whispered that this was the closest Rosario would come to lasting pleasure.
Maybe I needed to talk to someone, or maybe I’m just a nasty person who likes to torment people, or maybe I’m still trying to save someone.
He ran through the footprints his friends made and didn’t slow down until he came to the tree by his window.
This body, Martha’s body, does not respond to my commands. I no longer feel it, I no longer own it, if I ever did.
She backed away from the edge, the pads of her feet moving silently over the rough bark.