Carla Marquez
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The Nineteenth of September
Every nineteenth of September, Samuel wakes right before dawn. The slight discomfort in his chest wakes him, the kind that makes him shift, toss, and turn in bed, searching for relief. He sometimes wonders, as he stares at the fading moonlight, if it’s because of the extra medicine Aunt May gives him the evening before. It is always bitter, chalky, and hard to swallow, but she says it’s to help him sleep soundly. He never does.
By Carla Marquez5 months ago in Horror
Every Dream is a Theft
Three months after the funeral, I started dreaming of him. He was there, in the living room, wearing his sunglasses inside, his favorite ones with the blue-green chrome lenses that matched his neon sneakers, and a band tee that was just one size too small, though he would argue it was the perfect size or it shrank in the dryer.
By Carla Marquez5 months ago in Horror
