Still Missing

by Chevy Stevens

What the hell, a few more minutes wouldn’t kill me.

Here we go

“That’s great, you can never be too careful with some of these builders. You just can’t trust people these days.”

“How did your mother taste?” I said. The hand on my foot stilled and tightened. “My mother? Is that what you think this is all about?”

Interesting that hardly anyone asks how I feel now, not that I’d tell them. I just wonder why nobody cares much about the after—just about the story. Guess they figure it stops there. I wish.

Mom just has her sister.” She actually had an older stepbrother too, but he was in jail for robbery and Mom sure as hell didn’t consider him family.

What if it wasn’t a burglar?

Someone’s watching you right now. The second you relax he’s going to get you. You can’t trust anyone.

if you have a bird that’s lived in a cage for a long time and you leave the cage door open, the bird won’t leave right away. I never understood that before.

A big bacon fuck-you to The Freak.

I’d asked for him in the hospital, but they said he was out of town again. Back in the closet, I tried to call him but his cell phone went straight to voice mail.

pink hair

elastic

I freaking knew it.

“My baby? Her name was Hope.”