From the din of the bar, a single laugh rises to recognition. It is not like the others, sloppy and stupid. It is sharp and fiery and alive.
Read MoreWhen I surface for breath, she is standing there, at the edge of the pool, looking down at me with emerald eyes. Her hair is like fire.
Read MoreA wave of darkness spreads from my building, plunging the city, block by block, into shadow.
Read MoreIf they see me, I am dead. I hope she is still in the house. I hope she is alright.
Read MoreI haven’t eaten in days. There’s water at the house, but not much. I know it, I feel it, I am dying.
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