Hey everyone!
I’m coming out of my cozy, little office to share a snippet from a new short story I’ve been working on as Charlotte, “Cry for Me.”
Hey everyone!
I’m coming out of my cozy, little office to share a snippet from a new short story I’ve been working on as Charlotte, “Cry for Me.”
The temple stood before them like a husk. He climbed the marbled stairs with steps true. The obscene spoke to him. He liked what it had to say. He was going to fuck his slave in her own hall.
She walked each step with precision. Left foot first followed by right directly in the middle of the stair. Pace easy, stride exactly as the one before it. Imperfection could not be allowed to exist. It had to be dissected, analyzed, and catalogued before a suitable solution could be formulated and applied.
She swayed before the white demon. She watched him watch her. He was pristine, clean in the middle of all that precious death. His white hair, braided back high on his head, shimmered like dying starlight.
Cleansed of the hate but filled with regret, they are eager to try again. They believe the next life will be better, longer.
They are wrong.
Stone hand pushes into underdeveloped flesh. She captures the scream before it runs. She’s too terrified to feel anything else.
He takes her everywhere but in his chamber. She’s not allowed to cross that threshold. He doesn’t speak to her except to tell her, “Turn over. Stand up. Come here. Down on your knees. Up on your knees.”
I find myself in a mental flurry because there is so much to say about The Waiting Room I am unsure where to begin. I want to approach this review as less of a personal experience and more of a review but it is very difficult Let’s see how I do.
Paint by Numbers is a story about love but it is not a love story. Not in the traditional sense. The adoration is circular, familiar patterns repeated in unfamiliar ways. I don’t know how it will end but maybe that’s the point.
His mind still recoiled at what might have happened if she had been any different than what she was. Would he have killed her, dumped her off the mountain in a desperate attempt to hide his idiocy?