The Last Word

by Taylor Adams

Whenever she hears a delivery van coming down the quarter-mile driveway, she hides.

mood

As a child she remembers feeling paranoid that she was being watched, that every reflective surface was actually a secret camera a la The Truman Show.

same

He grins and writes: YOU’LL NEVER GUESS To Emma, this reads like a dark promise. “Yeah? Give me time, old man.”

Maybe a author...?

But I hope there’s something after death, too. Because I know you’re right, that being immortal would be agony. But I guess . . . I guess I just want to know you for longer than forty years. It’s not enough time.

awww

You got me.

I knew it!

And this house can play tricks on you.

Jules isn’t listening. She’s still shaking her head. With dry lips, she whispers, “Howie?” Howard sulks. He doesn’t dare look up at her. “Mom.”

What??

He infiltrated the house so easily because he’s kept a key.

Ah that makes sense

He kept leaving them at my door like flaming turds.

lol