The House

Friday, November 21, 2008 8:22AM

Brian tried the ignition of his car again. A chill ran down his spine, and he new it was not the late autumn air blowing through the broken passenger window of his ’94 Corolla. He frantically tried another time to ignite his engine, but it just stuttered worse than Steve Urkel talking to a hot girl. Continue reading

Rehab

Take a deep breath, Cheryl. You’ll get through this. The words felt all the more empty as they echoed in her mind, stripping them of any reassurance they might have otherwise provided. She stepped out of her patrol car, the door closing behind her with a resounding thud. The only factor that kept her from bolting away and trying to find somewhere to hide was the presence of her partner Larry, who was exiting the passenger side of the car. Continue reading