No one thought twice about them holding hands through the ceremony. And they never saw when she removed the handcuffs before the reception.
Department store Santa was the only job he could get. He looked up and saw his daughter and his ex. How good was his disguise?
He. She. They. Bliss. Boredom. Betrayal. Court papers. Custody hearings. Canceled visitations. Restraining order. Father’s fury. Shotgun.
Frank’s time came at autumnal equinox. Awoken at sunrise by the hand of a beautiful woman; killed at sunset by the hand of his wife.
She sat in the dark, bat in hand while two younger sisters slept. The bedroom door creaked open; the bat splintered their big brother’s toe.
I made her a sandwich, washed an apple, and hoped she’d cope without me. She waved goodbye through a gin-fueled haze as I hopped on the bus.