Chapter Seventeen: Beulah
“There you are,” she said, dawn in the steel light slits on the ceiling. Forest Glade wafted in. Felix sniffed at the air. It smelled off to him, metallic....
Read More“There you are,” she said, dawn in the steel light slits on the ceiling. Forest Glade wafted in. Felix sniffed at the air. It smelled off to him, metallic....
Read MoreAfter Felix left she straightened up the house, made the bed, washed the dishes. The stale air was making her a little nauseous but she brushed it aside and determined...
Read MoreThe day disappeared into its end, vanished like no other day had in his memory. Felix felt like he had only just sat down when lunch came and again, when the screen...
Read MoreAnd so it went for them. Time passed while they planned their escape to Alaska, plans achieved through intense and constant argument. They ate a vegetarian diet mostly...
Read MoreVeronica was relieved that the storm would prevent her from going to Les Jardeen. She was tired and felt like going to bed. More and more that was all she felt like...
Read MoreFelix leaned his bike against hers and descended the stair. The ride home, full of food and happy, free of the job, still giddy from the convivial bar crowd, had been...
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