Pink roses were everywhere – the wallpaper, the curtains, in a vase on the table. “Hi, love,” Sophia said. I spun around. She was leaning against the counter with her hands clasped in front of her. “Where are we?” “In your mother’s head.” She held her hand out, and I clicked across the kitchen to...
The arrow is now in the middle. Young lady, do not make one single move without me. Do not budge. Do not plan. Do not speak of what you have decided. Take the potion and do not use the antidote. I trust you. I will come for you in the morning.” “And then?” I pressed. “What did he say after that?”...
Dim light peeked through unfamiliar lace curtains. I followed the stream shining on the pink carpet until it hit sheet music scattered around bare feet. “Dad?” I said. He stood from the rocking chair and joined me on the bed. There wasn’t much room ...