I don't know why they run. Speeding along with a cascade of flashing lights behind them like a pack of lions running behind the lagging wildebeest in the herd. I know some part of them knows this can't end well. It's like running from cancer or trying to outpace Alzheimer's. I call it lottery logic. … Continue reading Run
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Desperation
When Christina Martin was found, she was in the bed of an old pickup truck that was owned by one Franklin Torrence who was the gardener for Edward Jacobson. Edward was in the driver's seat, and when Franklin Torrence was questioned, he said, "Mr. Jacobson said he needed my truck. I just assumed he didn't … Continue reading Desperation
Abandon
I let my fingers trace her cheek and glide down her neck which always makes me think of a soft, snow-covered hill the way it dips down and away into her shoulder. Her dark brown hair is in disarray this early in the morning and her other cheek wears little lines from where she was … Continue reading Abandon
Crocodiles
The way he's leaving wouldn't say much to someone just casually walking by. After all, it's so casual, so calm, so commonplace. People are passing by on foot and by car and if any number of those people were suddenly pulled to the side and shown the man's picture, they'd probably just shrug and say, … Continue reading Crocodiles
A. P. Christopher 