Five seconds can be the difference between life and death. In this case, it was the difference. Under oath, I had no choice but to admit this, even if it meant damning myself in doing so.
One day, they crossed paths in the narrow passage between the bathroom and the hall closet – only enough room for one to pass. Instead, he took hold of her and they spun, lips meeting softly.
He remembers a young girl, but the things in this house are the possessions of an old woman. Plastic covering the couch upholstry. A lace tablecloth. Porcelain figures on the mantel of a fisherman's wife, a bell and a kettle.