The Touch Will Come Second

The Touch Will Come Second

Anna leaned forward and reached for the slimy, wrinkly blob lying lifeless between her legs on the bloody sheet. A pale, glowing hand wrapped around her forearm and pulled it back. “Anna, you can’t touch him. Not yet — maybe not at all,” James said. “You know that.”...
Fell

Fell

Brent knew the whoops coming from the living room would end in a bang on his door, shattering his concentration for the day. He and Tammy had spent the morning shopping while Joey was at soccer practice, and now he was eager to catch up on some work. This had become...