Benjamin Ford
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While infatuated with the idea of being silent, I just can't get my mouth to cooperate. The Canadian goose is an apex preadator. No, I won't elaborate. Thank you.
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Monica
The locket isn’t bleeding tonight. That can’t be good. It belonged to a friend of my sister. She died for the second time nine days ago. A simple, brass, heart-shaped thing that measured life from one cheap chain to another over its eleven-year run around the neck of Abigail Rossi. She was a nice girl, abrasive at times, but pleasant once the emotional walls lowered. After she died, the locket transferred in ownership to my sister. And, when Izzy found the whole thing a little too odd, it passed to me. Well, technically, it passed from Izzy to my mother to the garbage can and finally to me. It felt wrong leaving it in a dumpster.
By Benjamin Ford5 years ago in Fiction
