Reliving the Nightmare, Part IV
It was as if he didn’t quite recognize her or had seen her for the very first time. He drew me to him and kissed me, first tenderly. Then he kissed deeper, passionately.
Samhain
Reliving the Nightmare, Part III
I followed and watched over them, and her grandchildren, and even her great grandchildren, as they lived, loved, mated and died. How could I be too young?
Her Ghost
Does a spirit rage at the water that took her breath? At the cold rock he lay on, bleeding?