He jarred the door open. The crash of wood on paneling was deafening at this hour.
He called her again…”Sarah?”
A cursory survey of the room told him she was still there. But she didn’t answer him.
“Sarah, baby?”
Emptiness answered him.
His eyes adjusted to the dim light from the bathroom. And he saw it. Her limp hand and the razor it once held.
“Oh MY GOD !”
“Sarah!”
Then he saw the wound. The gaping maw spelling out something sinister, yet loving…Johnny it read. She had spelled his name in her own blood.
“Oh Sarah, what have you done, baby?”
Inspired by
Wait what am I doing? Jhonny thought, I love this woman!
He jumped out of his pickup truck and jogged back to the hotel d…A sequel to Sarah
About the author
InZanadee
Chicago-ish
Okay, I’m going to admit it, I’m just a boring stay-at-home-Mom. No, no glamorous “other life”, just me and my girls and a puppy named Lucy Liu. But, in this little corner of the web, maybe I can be something else for a while…
Come on, give it to me…I crave your attention…and your comments. If ya liked it, GREAT. If ya hated it, OKAY, who died and made you Critic. Just kidding. I’m always looking for ways to improve my writing. I have a penchant to be wordy, though, so this site is perfect for trying to tame that demon.
I’m a hopeless romantic, a wisher on stars, and a self-proclaimed flake extrordinaire. I don’t always get my spelling and grammar spot on…so sue me. I use the elipsis more than any other writer I know of…but I write the way I think…which includes a lot of pauses and dis-jointedness. (and a little ADHD, I think… wait a minute…what were we talking about again.)
Well, that’s me in a nutshell…wait, I’m allergic to nuts. Let’s just say it’s just me.
Published on May 30, 2007.
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