He balled up the pillow under his head and sank his face into it. It was warm and pleasant against his skin. He ignored the noise as it continued hammering against his ears. It had gotten louder as it persisted, strange and urgent, but meaningless to him. Like the Dewitt’s abominable dalmadoodle next door,Continue reading “Part 2, Chapter 1 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
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Part 1, Chapter 12 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
That same evening, he went up the overgrown sidewalk to her house. Reagan opened the door and walked straight into his arms. He hated himself as he held her uselessly, unable to say a word. He had no comfort to offer. He couldn’t admit that it was his fault. She needed him to be good. Continue reading “Part 1, Chapter 12 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 11 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
His knees were knocking, and he tried to stop tapping his foot as they sat in the waiting room. She was scrolling through her phone. He had tried that, but to no avail. He checked his watch every thirty seconds. He hadn’t slept well the night before. She wanted him there. That was the onlyContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 11 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 10 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
He stared at it while he watched a stupid documentary about the aliens who sank Atlantis. He stared at it before he fell asleep. He stared at while he ate his cereal in the morning, measuring the figure with his thumb and forefinger, then glancing at the precise values printed in green on the bottom. Continue reading “Part 1, Chapter 10 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 9 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
He jammed the gallon of milk into the bottom of his backpack, added the rotisserie chicken beside it, then stacked the frozen garlic bread and cheese crackers on top. He shouldered the load and got on his bike, then stared dumbly at the twelve-pack of ginger ale still sitting on the pavement. He cursed andContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 9 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 8 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
She pulled her sweater firmly around her body and sat next to him on the porch steps. They looked out at the sleeping neighborhood. The sky was slowly brightening on their right, and the city was beginning to stir. “Can you feel it yet?” he asked. She shook her head. “How longContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 8 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 7 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
It was isolated, dark, and warm as he walked down the trail. The lake was on his left, gray and moving rapidly, tipped with white. On his right, a thicket rambled along the trail, hemming him in. The branches trembled in the breeze, and dead leaves skidded across the pavement in front of him. ThereContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 7 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 6 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
“Ray, I can go. You don’t have to do this.” “At least till the rain stops,” she said, opening the door wider. He made to follow her, but she stopped him. “You don’t want to leave that outside,” she said, gesturing toward the Rimshot. “Set it down in here. Anywhere is fine,” sheContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 6 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 5 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
Together, they walked out the glass doors of Carver on to the steaming concrete, which glittered in the early evening sun. He squinted and put on the sunglasses she’d bought for him. She nodded with approval. “I told you they’d look good on you.” He turned around and glanced at his reflection inContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 5 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 4 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
He took a seat next to her in the cafeteria. He did it with studied ease, pulling out the chair and sitting as if he’d done it a thousand times. Of course, he had pulled out a chair and sat in it a thousand times, perhaps ten thousand times. But this was no time forContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 4 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
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