Chapter Ten; Part Three Wait a minute. Julianna left me all her money. Uncle said it was around three-quarters of a million dollars. If I invest carefully, I should be able to quit my job right now. Well, once the will goes through probate. I quickly Google how long it takes to process a will… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter ten, part two
Chapter Ten; Part Two My phone beeps. It’s a text from Rembrandt. “You left again. You keep doing that.” I can’t tell if he’s pissed or hurt or what, but I want to nip this in the bud. Then again, it is kind of rude of me to leave like that, so I start with… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter ten, part one
Chapter Ten; Part One “Taiji is not just of the body, it’s also of the mind.” Lydia is lecturing on the principles of taiji, which I am sorry to say, I tune out. I’ve heard it a million times, and my mind is fractured today, anyway. I try to focus, but my thoughts keep drifting… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter nine, part two
Chapter Nine; Part Two “Megan! Where are you?” It’s Jasmine. I don’t say anything, naively hoping she’ll go away if I don’t answer. It’s stupid, of course, because she’s not going to leave until she searches the house, but I still don’t have the will to answer. “There you are.” Jasmine sweeps into the living… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter nine, part one
Chapter Nine; Part One “Hey, I woke up, and you were gone. L.” I wake up to a text from Rembrandt. I feel guilty for slipping out, but I irrationally feel irritated as well. We’ve only had one date, and, yes, the fucking was phenomenal, but still. He doesn’t own me, and I don’t owe… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter eight, part two
Chapter Eight; Part Two I take a long, luxurious shower then stand in front of my closet to decide what to wear. I have plenty of time before my date, but I want to make sure I look tip-top. I haven’t dated in five years, and I’m nervous. I pull out one outfit after another,… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter eight, part one
Chapter Eight; Part One I sit in the car and check the comments on my latest post about dating. There are a few comments about dating not being worth it, but there are many more that urge me to take a chance. MNborn writes, “After my horrible marriage fell apart, I told everyone who would… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter seven, part two
Chapter Seven; Part Two “Yes?” The question is asked in a creaky, tremulous voice, and I have to strain to hear her voice. “Mrs. Ephrams? My name is Megan Liang, and I’m Julianna’s best friend. I would like to talk to you about the man you saw leaving the—” “When she was murdered. Of course.… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter seven, part one
Chapter Seven; Part One “Oh, Araki. What am I going to do without you?” I mutter to myself, tears rolling down my face. The years stretch out in front of me, and I don’t have anything to fill them with. My job? Bullshit. Rembrandt? Too soon to say. My cats? Yes, they are the loves… Continue Reading
Blogging My Murder; chapter six, part three
Chapter Six; Part Three “Hey, Megan. How’re you doing?” “fine. well, no, not really. i left work early today because i couldn’t stand being there.” I fill him in on my day, and he’s properly sympathetic to my woes. He tells me about the house shoot he did today and how his client was a… Continue Reading