by Doug Thompson | Nov 15, 1997 | GraveYard
She jumped when the phone rang. It rang again. She looked at it with fear. She didn’t want to answer it. It was him. She knew it was him. She looked at the caller ID. It said “out of area.” Maybe it was her mother. She answered. “Are you...
by Doug Thompson | Oct 5, 1996 | GraveYard
She got on the Metro Orange Line at West Falls Church and walked past where Michael was sitting. He tried not to look. He didn’t want to look. He tried to concentrate on the newspaper, but he couldn’t. He looked. Pretty. Very pretty. He tried to put her out of his...
