It's 7:07 pm. The house is still. The forest is quiet. But Lucia is about to break a rule.
100-word story I settle into the soggy grass beneath me; above her.
100-word story “What was that?” Beth whispered into the hollow dark.
100-word story It has been eight years since the interregnum began.
She straps down my arms at my sides. My hands would hang limp if I'd let them.