The Last Mercy
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
Eddie’s fist connected with a satisfying crunch and Haley couldn’t keep from smiling.
“But what if I hold it like this?
A dense bluff of silver maples grew behind our house.
No one could pronounce my last name growing up.
My dreams always started the same way.
So, I’ve been reading my NaNoWriMo novel today and had a brainwave.
I sat on the steel cot and stared at the three other people in with me: the chick and two dudes.
We had to pull over on the side of the road when the jeep started to overheat.
I grabbed the first aid kit off the cabin wall and a jug of water.
Haley saw Ben across the parking lot and ran as fast as she could, tears streaking down her face.