William . . . William . . . “William” Something was breaking through his dream of tiny caskets and crying women. A voice from his past, pounding in his head. The memories it stirred were all too real, and they were forcing themselves into his waking thoughts. David had died in his sleep a few…
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Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 10
On each subsequent visit, Rose appealed to William for something new. At first, her requests were simple and seemingly harmless. A Walkman to listen to music. His sticker album filled with scratch-and-sniff stickers. She loved the bubblegum scent, but wrinkled her nose comically at the smell of skunk. He even smuggled a bottle of Sylvie’s…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 9
Thunder clapped overhead and William jumped in his seat. The rain was relentless, falling heavily on the windshield in torrents. The wipers were practically useless. He sat forward over the steering wheel, gripping the leather until his knuckles turned white. The rational part of his brain yelled at him to pull over until the rain…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 8
“Someone’s been after Malcolm Eckert’s flowers.” William’s grandmother said that night as she laid the table for supper. He was sitting in the parlor armchair, listening to his grandmother’s radio, missing the television sitcoms he watched during the school year. At his grandmother’s words, he lifted his head sharply, then lowered it again when she…
Serial – Through A Mirror Clear – Ch 7
“I want you to take this.” William sat in the armchair beside Sylvie’s bed. He’d helped her from her wheelchair and pulled the curtains closed to block the glare of the setting sun. Her room was filled with knick knacks and trinkets she’d brought with her from home. Some of the paintings he remembered from…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 6
The next time William was able to escape was when his grandmother and Sylvie had appointments in the city for the day. His grandmother had asked him to come along so he could spend some time with his mother. He didn’t understand why he needed to see her since he lived with her all but…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 5
No matter how hard he tried, William couldn’t sleep. Memories of better times flooded his thoughts. He remembered the mornings when Serena leaned over him to press the snooze button, then fell back to sleep with her head on his chest. The curve of her knees fit perfectly against his when they lay side by…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 4
When William stepped into the attic, he didn’t see her at first. He moved slowly into the open space filled with old sofas and torn chaises, mismatched headboards and footboards, trunks and empty picture frames and rusted dress forms. The ceiling soared impossibly high above him. Hanging from the rafters were thin veils of some…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 3
William often took Serena with him to visit his great-aunt. She sat politely on the edge of the bed, listening to Sylvie’s chatter as if humoring a child. She always seemed wary of touching anything in the room, and clung to William as they passed through the hallways. The residents of the home seemed to…
Serial – Through a Mirror Clear – Ch 2
As a child, William’s visits with his grandmother caused him great anxiety. They left the city on the train, his grandmother sitting regally against the plush upholstered bench of their first-class compartment. Her hands were gloved, her hair pulled in a bun beneath a delicate straw hat, her eyes sharp and blue beneath the rim….
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