©2001 Marion Pennell
“Oh no, you were right! There’s an actual chain gang over there, that field before the intersection by the hedge, see??”
“Yup, Brian said they’d be a lot more visible as you get to the border. We’ll see the camps too. Who knew Plattsburgh would ever be so well known?”
Natalie shifted lower in her seat but still peered out the window. “They’re all so young. What do you think they did? Continue reading
“So, I understand you think you are Jesus?” asked the ever so condescending doctor.
“No,” I replied patiently. “Of course not. I am one of the apostles.”
“How should I know? But I guess it’s not Peter if I’m not denying it.”
“But, you’re a woman.”
“Your point being?” Continue reading
When she came to, she was walking. And crying.
She took inventory as she walked. Body parts ached, really hurt. She tried to understand how she could gain consciousness and actually be walking. She decided that she hadn’t been unconscious, just in a blackout, and then, now, not in a blackout. Is that the same as “coming to”?, she wondered. She kept walking.
It was chilly and by the light it was early, very early. Maybe 6 a.m. The last memory was late, very late, and dark, and drunk, so very drunk. She didn’t know where those hours went, but obviously something very bad had happened. Continue reading