Rule Number Three
I don’t like the way you’re smiling at me, Sigmund…
Tag: Murder
“Home Movie” (Prose)
The television blinked to life at the press of a button. The next would switch the VCR on. A little green light appeared and one more button started the sixth tape in their home movie marathon. It was a walk down memory lane and he, the Operator. The screen came to life with laughter. The […]
“Your Mid-summer’s Drive” – Prose
You’re driving. The car is a black Honda Civic and you’re going seventy down route 22. It’s a warm summer night, but you leave the windows rolled all the way up. It’s stuffy and hot. Sweat trickles down your face, your back is damp and your palms are slippery against the wheel. You press harder […]
Zo Grimmwood 