A Sliver of Darkness

It’s always too late now.

The Stand. Less fiction, more like a survival manual these days.

Some souls should remain lost.

She had suffocated them with bags tied over their heads as they slept. Gabriel had been foolish not to take back her key. More foolish to go out, leaving the brats and bimbo alone. She had taken care of the bimbo with a kitchen knife.

Hello,” she said brightly. Because when you’re young, your world is bright: yet to be darkened by heartache and regret.

The problem with darkness was, once you let it in, it lurked in the corners of your mind, filling them with shadows.

Call it a conscience. Or perhaps just a fear of getting caught. Which, for most people, is one and the same thing.

Perhaps the reason she liked hurting others was because it helped to ease her own hurt inside. Or perhaps in each man that she tortured she saw a little of her abusers

Scary, how easy it was to make someone disappear.

Haggard, middle-aged women spent a fortune trying to reclaim that dewy-skinned look from their teens. They couldn’t, of course.