at times like this, Stan regretted killing his wife.
Late in the afternoon they found the last clue in Mary’s missing, a jump rope tied to the fence of a playground. “oh Christ…” mom sighed…
from her favorite bench she would watch the people go by. No one ever noticed or minded her sitting there. She died later that week, unnoticed and no one minded.
‘come to think of it…’ he said, ‘I’ve only seen orphans moving into this orphanage but never move out.’
it was just a matter of time until they would discover her.
The place will be crowded… no, infected by the police. 7 years ago it seemed fine to bury Margret here. At least her parents will finally get some answers to their everlasting questions.
For months the bike leaned against the tree. No one cared to ask why and when. Just like no one cared to ask when they saw Jack for the last time.
This week it was time to get rid of the head. Carefully wrapped in a bag, it was left on the street. “No need to recycle” he giggled to himself…
A single door stood between Billy and his freedom.
He had to be very quiet not to get caught again. His foot still hurts.
Julie got her first kiss in a dark alley.
Her lips were already cold when Mark´s lips touched hers. The light of a lamppost lit up her face for her.