Vincent nervously squirmed on the sofa. A happy tune was playing and a good book was in his lap, but he couldn't sit still. His conscious was torturing him. He wasn't being truthful to the only person in town who had ever been kind to him.
Vincent's eyes scanned the same line over and over and he couldn't comprehend what it was saying. All he could think of was Miss Anabelle's soft smile and he wondered if her arm was feeling better. She had cut herself pretty good with that knife...
Vincent stood up, and went to the foyer. Slipping on his jacket and shoes, he went outside. She had told him where she lived and said that he might visit her if he pleased, so he was going to go apologize and thank her. It was the only way his mind would rest, he thought.
The wind was cold and nippy. It stung his cheeks and made him almost regret leaving the house, but he grit his teeth and keep on going. He thought maybe he could stop by the candy store on the way to her house and buy her some peppermints. When she had been over, and they were talking, she had told him those were her favorite. Vincent smiled a little, and felt warmer thinking of her.
I hope she'll forgive me, he thought. I hope she's not cross that I wasn't truthful with her... He knew there was also the possibility that she would think he was crazy and wouldn't like him anymore. She had the ability to send him the asylum if she thought he was insane.
I'd rather be chained and free at heart then free and chained at heart... Vincent thought, as he pressed on. Every painful second of wondering would be worth it when he told the truth.
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The Dollmaker
Mystery / ThrillerAnnie, an asylum doctor, is required to investigate a reported madman, but the man in question is said to do odd things like sketch the dead and carry around dolls. Reluctantly, she investigates him until one day she is caught. Held captive, Annie b...
