The Eighth Plague, Pt. IV

Mommy pushed her dead weight against the doorframe, feeling the pressure of the wood against her spine, focusing on the light, biting pain. It was a moment of silence, of respite, when Millie left for the school bus and Mommy had a couple moments before heading down to the laundromat to work. She used to … Continue reading The Eighth Plague, Pt. IV

The Eighth Plague, Pt. III

Part II Daddy opened the door and shone his light into the motel's front lobby. Millie's heart thumped once, hard, and Millie gasped when she saw a gaunt man sitting across the room in a chair, framed by the circle of light. The man stood — he must have been six foot five, maybe taller … Continue reading The Eighth Plague, Pt. III