Kamryn Norland
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Seeking Closure
Zalia Valyri-Montique was not expecting visitors, let alone the one she received that day. A man with white hair and piercing blue eyes, with a telltale, square jaw. She knew it well; she had that same jawline. Her father had had it as well, before he vanished. And now, so did this look alike of her re he vanished. And now, so did this look alike of her father. He was old, older than her father had been when he vanished. Wrinkled, weathered by his years, he looked like he needed the cane he leant on, but she knew he could probably discard it. That, or he hid a weapon in it to maximize its use.
By Kamryn Norland4 years ago in Families
The Box
Twenty thousand dollars is a lot of money to put on the line, but that’s exactly what the letter said was at stake. All Monica had to do was not open the box the letter came with, attached via envelope. All she had to do was not open it for a week, and she got to keep the money. Twenty thousand dollars to not open the box that was about fourteen by fourteen by twelve inches, and now sat in her closet. It was hidden, of course, though primarily because everything was on the floor in there. She never was quite good about hanging clothes up. It was so much easier to just toss everything inside. The cat didn’t mind. That just meant there were plenty of hiding spots for him. That was one of the benefits of living alone- nobody chided her for having a messy apartment. It wasn’t a pigsty, but it wasn’t the most organized either, and showed signs of habitation, unlike so many places kept to look like they were ready for home buyers to tour.
By Kamryn Norland5 years ago in Families
