Forgot what we were talking about? Here's Part One Audio: And...here's Part Two Audio: Yolanda Ash was on edge when she showed up for her shift, and the news that a human toe was in evidence didn’t calm her down. The preschool was making noises about having Michael “evaluated” to “find the right level of… Continue reading Piggies: Part Two
Audiophiles, click here to listen: “This little piggy went to market.” “This little piggy stayed home.” “This little piggy had roast beef.” “This little piggy had none.” “This little piggy went wee-wee-wee all the way home.” “And this little piggy went…away.” Hannah brought the hatchet down sharply, her aim steady despite the heavy load of… Continue reading Piggies: Part One
Start here if you're new to Mitsy: Mitsy Bats Her Lashes (Part One) Then here: Mitsy Bats Her Lashes (Part Two) Audiophiles, here's Part Three audio for your listening pleasure: “We’re okay, we’re okay,” Mitsy tried to say, but it came out “whee kay” with the shotgun pressed under her chin. Link was staring at her, panting… Continue reading Mitsy Bats Her Lashes (Part Three)
Part One (which you'll want to hit first if you missed it): Mitsy Bats Her Lashes (Part One) Audiophiles, listen here: Mitsy blinked rapidly at the man. She’d been in hostile negotiations before, but over carpet allowances and alleged foundation cracks, not “what” she was. Be direct but unthreatening, her training told her. “My name is… Continue reading Mitsy Bats Her Lashes (Part Two)
Listen Here: Why people wanted to live out in the woods was a mystery to Mitsy McDonnell. She made good money selling remote homes to people who thought they wanted to ditch civilization. Later, she made even better money reselling those homes when they realized an hour to get to the grocery store was about… Continue reading Mitsy Bats Her Lashes (Part One)
Audio Here, Text Below: The front door opened with a bang. Stewart cursed softly. No one was supposed to come in that way. He didn’t have a sign out to say that, but his business was supposed to be low profile. Not breezing through the front door where anyone could see from the street. He… Continue reading Permanent Solution
Audiophiles, Listen Here: Everyone sat stiffly in their seats, facing the fully open coffin and large portrait wreathed by pink lilies at the front of the church. Nothing would start without her, and the pianist was on the fourth round of the first song, dragging a little more each time until the tune itself seemed… Continue reading Now The Day Is Over
