Perspective is a funny thing;
Stirling Thomas, those two words alone were enough to have anyone running in the opposite direction and cowering in fear.
The town has heard all of the rumours, they know he has just been released from prison and they...
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Soft threads of fleecy blanket cocooned against my skin, providing me with the hug I so desperately needed.
If only my mom was still here, she'd make everything feel a million times better.
I couldn't stay inside any longer and take the statement cross-referencing from police. I was the victim here, yet they interrogated me, trying to catch me out on lies.
That wasn't even the worst part.
After they left Sandy had this soul-destroying look in her eyes. She knew it was him, she just didn't have the courage to ask me outright.
It was all too much so I snuck away and distanced myself.
The firm ground gave way to a marsh of tall reeds and soil submersed in water. I sat on the bank watching the dragonflies flutter and dance mystically over their playground.
This was always a special place for me, somewhere to just sit, think and watch the wildlife in their natural habitat.
I felt close to my mom here because this was our place, this is where her ashes were scattered.
A breeze billowed over me and footsteps rustled the grass. I felt a presence lurking behind so I turned back towards the houses and felt overcome with a deep sadness when I set eyes on Stirling.
