“You found it.” I looked up, startled by the sound of a voice. To my chagrin, Antoinette was standing in front of me with a gun in her hand. She was about six feet away from me, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t miss. She had an angry look in her eyes which was… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fifteen, part two
I decided to break into the park right now before it got dark out. I knew it would be better to go after dark, but I didn’t have the nerve. Besides, the security at the park was nonexistent, so I didn’t worry too much about being caught. I went upstairs to change into black jeans… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fifteen, part one
“How was your day?” My mother asked when I walked into the house. One look at my face, though, told her all she needed to know. “How’s Dad?” I asked instead of answering her. I had thought about my father all day, and I wanted to make sure he was ok. “I’m fine,” Dad said… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fourteen, part two
I dismissed the thoughts as I pulled on my head. I was ninety percent certain that Shannon was the culprit which meant I could relax. No one would be trying to off me today. I could walk freely among the children and not worry about anything more than getting food on my outfit. The darlings… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fourteen, part one
“Welcome back, Bea. Long time, no see.” Antoinette greeted me with a smirk on her face, her usual expression. She fluttered her hand at me so I would notice the rock sitting on her finger. It was a large garnet and looked like it’d be a bitch to wear. “Nice ring,” I said offhandedly. “Oh,… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter thirteen, part four
“My mother tried to kill herself by slitting her wrists three months after we buried Rachel. She waited until after I visited her so she could see me one last time. Fortunately, she cut them the wrong way—many people do, you know—and a neighbor dropped in to see how she was doing. The neighbor had… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fourteen, part three
“How is he?” Mona asked my mother once we found her. Mona had a lead foot and we beat the others by at least five minutes. “I told you to stay home,” my mother said wearily, slumped over in her chair. She suddenly looked older than her age as she stared at the floor. Since… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fourteen, part two
Amidst her ranting and raving, the sound of sirens were heard. I couldn’t tell if they were coming from the phone or directly from outside, but it really didn’t matter. The cops were here which meant they’d put a stop to the insanity. Through my phone, I heard the voice of Detective Bradley shouting for… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fourteen, part one
“Father, please be with Linda as she makes her journey back home.” The priest was droning on and on, and it was obvious that he hadn’t known Lydia as he spoke about her in the most generic terms possible. Besides, she wasn’t a Christian, so I doubted that God would be guiding her anywhere. Even… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter thirteen, part two
“What the hell was that about? Did he think we were that stupid? No fucking way I’m going to be his patsy.” “Chill, Bet,” Rafe said, patting my knee before zooming out of his parking spot. “If he doesn’t tell the cops, we will. Simple like that.” “I have a feeling we should have taken… Continue Reading