Reflection
I spit a mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and smiled at the mirror. My reflection smiled back—a big, toothy grin. I ran my tongue over my clean teeth, then put the toothbrush away and headed out. For the first time in a long while, I wasn’t running late. I checked my watch. 8:42 A.M. …
Cold-blooded Murder
May held the gun to June’s head. An itch deep beneath her skin begged her to pull the trigger, to end it right here and now. But she had to do it right or it would all be for nothing. “Any last words?” She smirked. “You’ll never get away with this,” June said. He was …