Chapter 4 / Released Sarah, a kind, soft spoken, friendly woman with curly red hair walks through the door and they hand her my meds. “Unfortunately, the tumor was malignant. We got good margins, but…
Posted on May 10, 2018
The sun wakes me early and I know I need to be on the move to avoid capture. What I don’t know is there are white trucks that drive around looking for runaways like me,…
Posted on May 3, 2018
This takes place like clockwork, every six months. Each time, a few months later, I give birth to another dead, frail or deformed baby that will not thrive or is destroyed by a gun blast…
Posted on April 26, 2018
One afternoon, after I had given up all hope of ever leaving this truck alive, the man pulls into a bumpy driveway. I look out at a rundown house in a neighborhood of shabby, neglected…
Posted on April 15, 2018
We are to be loaded onto the truck in our cages – stacked 3 or 4 high – the next morning in preparation for the 3-hour drive to the auction. I hope I will be…
Posted on April 13, 2018
This is an excerpt from my new short story, The Story of Bess. It’s about my sweet dog, who left me on December 13, 2017. I still miss her terribly. A great dog, who I…
Posted on April 11, 2018