Emergency (Part 3)

Adena and Eli quietly walked down the stairs, faces troubled. They had gone about locking windows, and closing blinds in the master bedroom in silence, before heading back.

The sound of calm voices chattering in the living room made both hesitate at the foot of the stairs. Adena turned around to look up at Eli, frowning, “What do we say?”

Eli stuffed his hands into his pants pockets, and shrugged, before hunching his shoulders. “Don’ know.”

She groaned, and rubbed at her face, the exhaustion seeming to weigh her down.

Eli sighed, and stepped forward. He drew Adena close, wrapping her in a hug, her face pressed to his chest.

Adena wrapped her arms around his waist, and melted into his embrace.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “We’ll be okay, Princess. Whatever this is, we’ll figure it out.”

“I know,” Adena rubbed her cheek against his soft t-shirt, “Thanks, Eli.”

Mari’s head popped out from around the corner, “Dios mio, get a room you two!”

Adena and Eli jumped apart, startled. Adena rounded on Mari, her hands on her hips, and brow furrowed. “Mari!”

Eli scowled, and pushed past both women into the living room, claiming his previous seat in the second arm-chair, Matt and Amy already cuddled back up in the other.

Mari smirked, and looped her arm through Adena’s, and practically dragged the shorter girl into the living room.

Adena noticed that a few lit candles had been scattered around the room to give off more light, though the rest were left stacked on the coffee table, including a flash light and the first aid kit. A large pile of pillows and blankets with pushed into the corner.

Ben was still fiddling with the radio, and Sam had relocated to sitting on the floor, leaning back against his legs.

Mari swung both herself and Adena around to face the others, most gathered back in their previous spots, looking calmer than she had last seen them.

She grimaced slightly at the thought of upsetting them again, but quickly schooled her features into a blank mask.

“So,” Mari looked down at Adena, “as you can see, Derek and I completely raided your candle stash, by the way, you’re a candle hoarder. No one needs that many candles.”

Adena rolled her eyes. “Obviously, it was good to have for an emergency situation.”

Mari snorted, “Right, whatevs.”

Adena scowled, and opened her mouth to retort.

“Diana and I made sure all the windows and doors were locked and covered,” Damon butted in, heading off an argument before it could start.

“Why does your house have so many windows?” Diana asked, brow primly arched.

Adena huffed, “I enjoy having plenty of natural lighting.”

“Matt and Amy wiped out your linen closet, and got all the pillows and blankets you left in the hall upstairs,” Damon interrupted again, nudging his sister with his shoulder.

Adena leaned around Mari and smiled at the couple in the armchair, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Matt intoned softly, and Amy smiled.

Adena looked at Mari, “Could you please sit down? I have something to share.”

Mari squinted at Adena, before nodding once, and returning to her seat on the couch, which Derek leaned on the back of.

With a sigh, Adena wiped her hands along the front of her skirt, then folded her hand together. She looked around the room, and at the expectant faces of her friends.

Eli’s heavy gaze had her snapping her eyes away.

“While Eli and I were upstairs, we studied what we could have outside.” She hesitated.

“And?” Diana prompted.

“And,” Adena looked down, “we couldn’t see anything.”

Mari snorted, “Yea, cause it’s dark outside, duh.”

Adena frowned at Mari, “That’s not what I meant.”

“My cat can see in the dark.” Sam volunteered, and everyone turned to look at her.

“Yes,” Adena drawled, “thank you, Sam.”

The bubbly blonde smiled.

The short brunette couldn’t help but smile in return. “What I meant was, there is no sign of any of the neighbors. No candle light, no flashlights, and no movement.”

Quite a few of the group tensed, as the news, and what it could mean, settled.

“And,” Adena continued softly, “it looked like there may be some kind of fire in the distance. A rather large one, from the look of it.”

The noise level sky rocketed when the others began to talk over one another. “Where is-” “-could of gone-” “-fire-” “-parents-” “-sister-” “-my cat-”

“Everyone shut up!” Ben snapped, and the room silenced, and everyone’s focus turned to the man. “Listen.”

He turned up the sound on the radio, and the rough voice of an older man filled the silence. “I’m trapped in the station. I’m alone, and have been for hours now. Everyone else is just gone.”

“How-” Derek started, but was quickly hushed by the others.

“If you’re out there, if you’re hearing this, be ready. Whoever, whatever, has invaded and is taking some people, and killing the rest. They hit hard and fast. If you can fight, fight, if not, run, run far, and hide.”

There was a moment of silence, and no one moved.

The man’s voice came back again, “By broadcasting this message, they’ll know I’m here. They’ll be coming soon. Take care of yourselves. Sarah, sweetheart, if you’re still out there, I love you, keep yourself safe. To everyone else, may whoever you believe in watch over you.”

The radio broadcast cut off, and static took its place.

To be continued…



Emergency (Part 2)

Everyone talked over each other, panicked under the weight of the darkness, and the unknown.

The tiny brunette, Adena, sighed, and stood up. She held her lit cell phone up to show her face. “Alright everyone, quiet down.”

Everyone except for the man with the piercing green eyes ignored her. He leaned forward in his arm-chair, and let out a shrill whistle, instantly silencing everyone, most cringing away from him.

Adena turned to smile at him, “Thank you, Eli.”

He shrugged, and leaned back in his chair.

Marianna, a thin latina of average height, crossed her arms and scowled from her place on the sofa, with Diana and Damon. “What the fuck was that, Axle?”

Eli gestured lazily at Adena, “She’s trying to talk.”

Mari and the rest turned their attention to Adena. Mari tilted her head towards the smaller girl. “What’s up, Tiny?”

Adena frowned, and brushed her hands down the front of her skirt. “I really wish you wouldn’t call me that, Mari.”

A tall pale blonde shifted around on the lap of a brunette male wearing glasses and in a wheelchair, “But you’re so cute and tiny, like I could keep you in my pocket.” The others laughed, cutting the tension in the room.

Adena huffed, and shook her head, but chose not to respond to Samantha’s comment. “Anyways, I believe we should do as the man said, and make sure the doors and windows are all locked. We should also gather flashlights and candles together, so we don’t waste our cell phone batteries, we don’t know when, or if, the power will come back on.”

A few of the lights cast by said devices, cut off at the reminder, making the room darker.

“We should also gather pillows and blankets. It would probably be best for all of us to sleep here in the livingroom,” Adena continued, “We should partner up, and get as many tasks done as possible.”

Everyone shifted around, looking at the shadows of each other in the dark.

Adena rolled her eyes, and crouched down to light a large candle on the coffee table with the matches she always kept in the draw. It added a warm glow to the room, and seemed to help abate some of the uneasiness.

“Ben,” the young man in the wheel chair inclined his head, “you and Sam,” the blonde smiled and kissed Ben’s cheek, “will stay here in the living room.” Adena walked to the bookshelf on the left side of the television, and grabbed a small radio. She moved back to the others, and set it on the coffee table in front of Ben and Sam. “This radio is battery operated, you and Sam will use it to see if you can get anymore news.”

“Sure thing, Adena.” Ben nodded and adjusted his glasses.

“Mari,” the latina tilted her head, “you and Derek will go into the kitchen, the cabinet to the right of the ones under the sink holds all of my spare candles, and extra matches, please bring them all in here. There is also a flashlight in the cabinet above the fridge, oh and a first aid kit.”

Derek, a broad-shouldered blonde with bright eyes and an easy smile, nodded, “Don’t worry, we got it.”

“Diana,” the delicate blonde turned her piercing gaze to Adena, making her nervous for a moment, “you and Damon will go around the downstairs, make sure all of the doors and windows are locked, and all of the blinds and curtains are closed.”

Damon, shorter than average, and broad-shouldered with well muscled arms, thick, dark curls, and dark eyes, could not look more different from his twin sister. He leaned, and bumped his shoulder into Diana’s making her smile.

Adena turned to face the couple cuddled together on the remaining arm-chair. “Matt,” a tall man with spiked up dark hair looked up, “Amy,” a young asian woman with long dark hair, streaked with blue, smiled, “you both can go around collecting pillows and blankets for everyone. Check the linen closet around the corner, next to the bathroom, first.”

The couple nodded in unison.

Adena crinkled her nose. “How are you two so cute?”

Amy laughed and Matt ducked his head, hiding his face in Amy’s hair.

Adena turned to Eli, “You and I will go upstairs, and make sure all the windows are locked up there, and that the blinds and curtains are all closed.”

Eli shrugged, “Whatever you say, Princess.”

She ignored him, and turned back to the others. “Why are you all still sitting there? Go on.”

Everyone, but Sam and Ben left the room, using their phones for light. Ben leaned over Sam and picked up the radio from the coffee table, turning it on, and wincing when the loud sound of static filled the room.

Sam clapped her hands to her ears.

Adena flinched backward, into Eli, who steadied her with a large hand on her shoulder. “Careful there, Princess.”

“Sorry, guys,” Ben grumbled as he turned the sound on the radio down.

Eli patted Adena’s shoulder, when she titled her head up and smiled at him. “Come on.”

Adena walked out of the living room, Eli right behind her, and around the corner, passing Matt and Amy digging in the linen closet, and up the stairs.

The first room on the right was a guest room, with one window above the head of the bed, and one in the bathroom.

Adena scrambled up onto the bed, “I’ll get this one, you get the other.”

Eli smirked, as he watched Adena climb up onto the bed, then stand on it to check the lock and close the blinds.


The irritated huff had him shaking his head, “Yea.”

He went into the bathroom, and checked the window. Locked, he looked out the window, but could see nothing but darkness. He sighed and closed the blinds.

Eli closed the bathroom door behind him, and watched as Adena tugged the comforter off the bed, and then turned and dropped it outside the door, where the pillows were already stacked.

Adena noticed his quirked eyebrow. “To make it easier on Matt and Amy.”

They left the first guest room, and closed the door behind them, and went to the one across the hall, repeating the same process.

At the end of the hall, was Adena’s master bedroom, with large windows to the left, and the bathroom to the right, with a single window above the large tub.

Adena walked to the windows, and looked out. “Isn’t it strange?”

Eli walked up behind her. “What?”

“That there’s nothing,” she squinted out into the darkness, “not a single sign of life, no light, from any of the neighbors.”


Adena made an unimpressed face, “It’s still fairly early, especially for a Friday night. We should see something, flashlights, candles, movement, something, from any of the other houses. There’s nothing.”

“Maybe they did the same thing, and have their blinds and curtains closed.”

She sighed, “Yea, maybe,” and began to turn away, but something in the distance caught her attention, “what’s that?” She whipped back around to face the window.

“What?” Eli leaned over Adena’s shoulder to get a closer look.

Adena pointed into the distance, and a flickering brightness.

Eli’s brow furrowed. “It looks like… a fire?”

They both stood watching the flickering in the distance, the only light in the dark.

To be continued…




A high pitched tone echoed through the living room, catching the attention of everyone, and all conversation ceased between the group of friends. All heads turned to face the television against the wall, as a multi-colored screen lit up the room.

The tone ceased, and the screen flashed to a disheveled looking man in a suit, sitting behind a desk, and nervously shuffling papers.

He looked down, cleared his throat, and looked back up. “Attention everyone, this is an emergency broadcast. The government is asking that everyone remain calm, and stay indoors. Again, this is an emergency broadcast. The government asks that everyone remain calm and stay indoors.”

The group of friends shuffled around the room, moving closer to the television, some sitting on the couch, a couple in the matching armchairs, and the rest sat on the floor.

The man’s gaze shifted away from the screen, and he tensed and paled. He jerked his gaze back to the screen. “Stay inside, lock your doors, and may God help us all.”

The man jumped up from the desk, toppling his chair, as the camera fell sideways, crashing to the floor. A high pitch scream echoed from the television, and cut off eerily as the television cut back the multicolored screen.

A man with a dark close cut mohawk and piercing green eyes, scowled. “What the hell was that?”

A tiny brunette woman opened her mouth to respond, but the power cut out, dropping the room into darkness.

Startled screams echoed through the room.

The glow from multiple cell phones popped up in the room.

“I think perhaps we should do as the man said, and make sure everything is locked up.” The tiny brunette finally spoke.

To be continued…


He stands in the doorway to theirhistheir bedroom. His suit is rumpled, his tie loose and crooked.

He stares at the bed, where her nightgown still lays. Her book is lying on her nightstand, an old playing card still marking her page. A half finished bottle of water nearby.

He walks into the room, each movement a struggle.

He curses as he trips over something on the floor, stumbling into the wall. He looks down, and jerks back, his whole body slamming into the wall. Her favorite shoes. She said they’d called her name.

He kept walking backwards, body gliding along the wall. He gasps when he bumps into her vanity, rattling it, and everything on it, including her delicate glass perfume bottles, and knocking her favorite hat from where it hangs on the back of the chair.

On instinct, he fumbles to catch up, crinkling the brim, but jerks away as if burned, and watches it flutter to the floor.

A sob bubbles up from his chest, and he clenches his jaw, locking the rest behind grit teeth. He takes a few unsteady steps backwards, until his knees hit the bed, and he is forced to sit.

An aroma wafts up at the force of his landing, filling his nose. The soft scent of lilac, envelops him, wrapping around him, like her arms.

He shudders. “You’re not gone.”

He swallows thickly. “There’s so much left undone.”

His voice cracks. “You didn’t finish your book.”

“You’re not gone.”

The scent of lilacs begins to fade. And the dam breaks.

A low sound makes its way up his throat, and out of his mouth. His eyes burn, and the tears begin to pour, running scalding trails down his cheeks. He sobs, and gasps, unable to catch his breath.

He hunches over, burying his head in his hands, his fingers grasping at his hair. “You’re-” he gasps, “you’re-” he bawls, “not-” pulls at his hair, “gone!”

He shudders, and howls like a wounded animal, collapsing off the bed, and to his knees on the floor.

He bawls until there is nothing left within him. Until his eyes are so dry they ache, he throat feels like he tried to swallow broken glass, his lungs burn with every breath, and his whole body feels like a single giant bruise.

His whispered voice crackles and breaks. “You can’t be gone.”

via Daily Prompt: Perfume

Peace in the Garden

*Inspired by my time spent gardening today.

The warm aroma of rosemary on her fingers, the gentle breeze that stirs her hair, and cools her skin. She closes her eyes, smiling, as she sits among the plants she has nurtured from seeds.

There’s a magic here. Cultivated by her own hands, flowing up through the dark, rich soil, down from the warm, golden light of the sun, and the cool drops of pattering rain.

The natural magic has attracted beings, like a beacon of love and safety. She has caught glimpses of them out of the corner of her eyes, dancing between the shadows and the dappled light that filters through the leaves.

They’re beautiful, with hair, and skin, and eyes appearing every color of the earth, sea, and sky, some with pointed ears, some with tails, and some with gossamer wings that glitter like precious metals in the light.

They watch her when she works in the garden, but she knows they won’t hurt her, and they know she won’t hurt them.

She has taken to leaving things for them, birdhouses she decorated, filled with doll house furniture, little plates and cups, and small bits of food.

They have taken to leaving her things in return, beautiful feathers of every color, shiny stones, and delicate bits of glass, worn smooth my time and the elements. She keeps them safe and sound within a jewelry box on her dresser.

She can hear the tinkle of their voices as they move among the plants. She opens her eyes, and looks down.

A particularly small one stands by her knee, a child, seeming to be made of silvery moonlight.

She smiles, and the little one smiles back, and holds up a feather almost as big as he is.

“For me?”

The little one nods, and holds the feather closer.

She holds out her hand down, and he sets in the feather on her palm, looking proud of himself. The feather is white as snow, and soft as silk.

“Thank you, it’s beautiful.”

He smiles again, before turning and darting away, disappearing into the bunch of green bean bushes near by.

She keeps a gentle hold of her feather. She’s received her favorite gift from them today.

I hope you enjoyed this little story. Please let me know what you think in the comments below. If you have any suggestions for things for me to write throughout the rest of the month, let me know. 


I suppose by this point in my life, I should be used to disappointment. If something seems like too good to be true, it probably is.

Yesterday, and in a post before that, I mentioned getting to take a special project based class, where my goal was to write short stories, and turn them into a book. Well, it turns out that my school could not find a professor to cover the Individual Studies classes, even though I was asked to pick a professor, and ask them to be my mentor, and fill out paperwork saying they accepted, and get them to sign it. On top of that, no one though to inform me that I could not actually take the class, I had to reach out and find out what was going on. So, I was forced to choose a whole new class, at the last possible moment.

It’s disappointing. I was so looking forwad to this class, and working alongside one of my favorite professors.

Oh, well.

I will not let this stop me.

I will keep working, and keep writing.

Has anyone else experienced a pretty big disappointment? How did you handle it? Did it make you more determined? Or knock you off your feet?


Fresh Starts

It’s a new year, with lots of snow, and my spring semester starts today. I will be doing an  independent studies class,  where my goal is to write a book of short stories. Eventually, I would like to have them published. If you have any short story ideas you think I should try, or not try, hit me up in the comments. Also, comment below if you would be interested in a book of my short stories.

Short Story: Grief

This was a writing exercise that I had to do for my fiction workshop class last year. I decided to share it here. Let me know what you guys think in the comment section below, please.



Catching sight of her reflection in the window, she sighed, and brushed the unruly flaxen ringlets back from her face. She frowned, her full mouth a touch too wide for her face, as trying to tame her mane was a useless endeavor.  She attempted to brush her hair from her caramel eyes one last time, before giving it up as a lost cause, and continuing down the street. Her eyes danced from building to building, moving from sign to sign, searching for the one she needed, and she shoved her hands in the pockets of her black leather jacket, hunching her shoulders to ward off some of the chill from the breeze.

She frowned again. She was running late, should have been there already. The little cafe she was supposed to meet Maya at was not as easy to find as she promised.

Finally, the sign caught her eye, ‘Taste of Heaven’. She sped up her steps, the noise of her heavy booted feet drowned out by the noise of the day. The scent of cinnamon reached her nose before she even made it past the wrought iron fence that blocked the cafe’s patio from the sidewalk.

Upon opening the glass door, she was bathed in the scents of cinnamon, sugar, yeast, and coffee. The sudden warmth of being inside caused a shiver to race down her spine. She looked around, looking around the small tables – placed in groups of twos and threes- for a familiar face.


Her head snapped around, and flaxen curls tumbled around her face. “Maya.”

“There you are. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” Maya smiled, making her big blue eyes crinkle at the corners. “I already bought you a hot chocolate.” Maya gestured to the seat across from her -a cup in her hand- to where another small cardboard cup sat waiting, steam rising from the lid.

Andie moved to sit at the table, wincing at the noise her chair made as it dragged across the floor. “Sorry.”

Maya shook her head, her brunette ponytail bobbing at the motion. “It’s ok. You’re here now.”

Andie looked down, and slowly wrapped her hands around the cup in front of her, sighing at the warmth.

“I hope you like it.” Maya smiled as Andie glanced up at her through her lashes. “I love this place.”

Andie brought the cup up to her face, and the rich, earthy scent of melted chocolate invaded her nose. She blew some of the steam away, and took a small sip, wincing at the sharp bite of heat at the tip of her tongue, but then sighing -her shoulders relaxing- as the taste of creamy melted chocolate washed over her tongue.


Andie’s brown eyes snapped up to Maya. “What?”

“Do you like it?” Maya’s quirked lips suggested she already knew the answer.

Andie glanced away and nodded. “Yea, it’s good.”

Maya sighed, and reached her hand across the table, hesitating, before she let her fingertips rest gently against the back of Andie’s hand. The blonde kept her gaze away, even though her shoulders tensed. “I’ve missed you, you know.”

Andie’s eyes closed, and she sighed again. She seemed to be doing it a lot over recent days. Her shoulders drooped, and she nodded. “I-” She cleared her throat. “I know.” Her flickered her gaze to Maya’s face, the concern written across her features, making her eyes jump away again. “I’ve missed you, too.” She took another quick sip of her drink.

Maya drew her hand away, and took a sip of her own drink. She looked down at the table top, then closed her eyes. “It shouldn’t be this weird between us.”

Andie bit at her lower lip, the guilt bubbled in her stomach, turning the sweet hot chocolate sour. She frowned and moved the cup away from her face. “No.” Her response was barely a whisper.

“Then what do we do?” Andie looked up at the sound of tears in Maya’s voice. They weren’t falling yet, but her thick eyelashes glistened in the faint overhead light. “I know you loved him, but he was my brother.

Andie closed her eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. “That’s the problem.”


“Every time I look at you, I see him. I can’t-” Andie swallowed thickly and turned her face down, her ringlets shielding her, before continuing in a tight whisper, “I just can’t.”


Short Story: Forever

This is a short story I wrote for a class I took last year. I decided to post it here. Let me know what you think. I always appreciate constructive criticism.



“What’s that?”

She glanced up from wiping off the bar, and down to where his eyes were focused. Her hand instinctively came up to wrap around the ring hanging from a chain on her neck. She saw the exact moment he recognized what it was.

She moved away to tuck the ring beneath her shirt.

He turned his face down, his brows furrowed, as he pensively studied the amber liquid in his glass. “I can’t believe you kept it.”

She shrugged.

He frowned, and his grip tightened on his glass. “I-” His frown deepened, and took a gulp of liquid courage, “I’m getting married, y’know?”

“I know.” Her voice was soft, but steady, as she returned to wiping down the bar in smooth, even, strokes.

“Then, why?”

She barely hesitated, but it was enough that he noticed, for how hard he was watching her. She sighed, and tossed the rag into the sink nearby. “Sam.” She rest both her hands on the edge of the bar, and leaned forward. “Just because things ended bad-”


“No,” she held up hand, stopping Sam from interrupting, “just because things ended bad between us, doesn’t erase the good times before.”

“Dahlia, I-”

“We were young and dumb, Sam.” She smiled wistfully, and ducked her head, turning away. “But, forever was nice while we had it.”

Sam opened his mouth to respond, but whatever he was going to say got lost.

“Sammy!” Sam tensed, then relaxed, when the familiar arm of his brother draped across his broad shoulders. “This is supposed to be a celebration, why are you over here looking all broody? You’re missing Kev all drunk off his ass!”

Sam shook his head, and gave his brother a fond, but exasperated smile. “Dean, you remember Dahlia?” He gestured at the woman with his glass.

Dean turned his piercing green eyes on the woman, crooked grin making the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Can’t say that I do.”

Dahlia smirked, “Hello, Dean.” For all his charm, and bluster, Dahlia could see Dean sizing her up, determining if Sam being around her could be some kind of threat.

“Dean.” Sam’s voice was low, and firm, a warning.

“Wait, Dahlia, is she…?” Dean returned his focus to his brother.

“Yes.” Sam slouched, tucking his large frame against his brother’s side.

“Long time no see, Dean.” Dahlia’s face had softened, and she was pointedly not focusing on how small Sam now seemed, tucked against his older brother, though he could very easily tower over everyone in the old bar.

Dean shifted, and somehow managed to shield his brother, without looking like that was exactly what his intention was. “Hey, so, what’re you doing here?”

Dahlia’s eyebrows rose, “I work here.” She said it slowly, as if speaking to a small child.

“Dean-” Sam’s attempt at a warning went ignored.

Dean frowned, “Yeah, I got that. I meant here, here.”

“I live here.” Dahlia crossed her arms over her chest, and jutted out her chin. “This place is my home, always has been. You two breeze into town when we were kids, and then disappear without a word in the middle of mine and Sam’s senior year, and then randomly appear again years later, and you want to interrogate me? I don’t think so. Get out of my bar.”

Sam winced.

“Your bar?” Dean stood up to his full height, shoulders back, chest out.

His posturing did not affect her in the slightest, “Yes, my bar. Not get the fuck out.”

Dean scowled and began to stomp away, “Come on, Sammy.”

Sam rose, though his shoulders were hunched, and his face was pinched. “Dahlia?”

“Look Sam, I love you, but you don’t get to waltz in here and mix my life up again.” Dahlia shook her head, and brushed a loose lock of auburn hair behind her ear.

Sam’s eyes widened. “Wait, love? Present tense?”

Dahlia’s shoulders and head dropped, like a weight had suddenly crashed down on her. “Yeah, Sammy, present tense.” She ran a hand over her eyes, “I never stopped loving you.” She looked up at him, and Sam could see the tears glistening along her lashes. “But it doesn’t matter does it, you’re getting married, right?”

“C’mon, Sammy!”

Both turned to look at Dean, who stood waiting by the door, a young man’s arm draped over his shoulder, looking annoyed.

Sam turned his hazel eyes back to Dahlia. “I-“

Dahlia shook her head, and took a step back, “Doesn’t matter, not anymore.” She turned her eyes up towards the ceiling, trying to keep the tears at bay, “Our forever was over a long time ago.”

Sam looked away, “Yeah.” His voice was too soft, too uncertain.


“Goodbye, Sam.”

Sam walked away, and didn’t look back, no matter how badly he wanted to.


So, what did you think? Should I continue it into a full blown story? Should I go back to the initial incounter at the bar? Should I go all the way back to the beginning, when Dahlia and Sam met and fell in love? Let me know what you think!