Whispers of the Lake

by Shanora Williams

I gripped the steering wheel. “I think I should follow him.”

You’re in a creepy white town, you just seen the sheriff doing something suspicious with his equally suspicious nephew and you want to follow him?! And you’re Black?!!!

I took the rocky, winding path that led to Twilight Oaks but didn’t park at the house.

Girl go to Kennedy. Don’t pmo

I shot out of the chair and yelled as I pushed past

Now if you’re trying to sneak why would you yell?