The Stuff Things Are Made Of: The Horsemen, part four

By thepookster - E-mail this page - Add to My Favorites - Add to Blog List - See other blogs in Fiction

Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Horsemen, part four

“Now, Sean, I know you’re hesitant to talk about it but I want you to tell me about the fire,” the therapist begins in a coaxing tone, “if you can.” Sean ruffles his already messed up hair with his hands and takes a deep breath. This has been the longest fucking hour of my life, he thinks and then... Sign in to see full entry.

Previous: The Horsemen, part three - New Entries - Next: Thanks and Poetry

Headlines (What is this?)