Miss Taylor: Part VII

Blurry. Then dark. Then blurry. Then dark again. She lay there for another moment, then let her eyes roll open again, this time resting them halfway as things began to focus. Her stomach hurt - but it always did. She'd been to every doctor in the country expecting to find out she had cancer or … Continue reading Miss Taylor: Part VII


Miss Taylor: Part IV

Click here to start with Part I There she was. Standing in the middle of the hallway waiting for him. But the perfectly erected picture of perfection he was used to seeing now had ratted hair, scratches on her hands and face, and make-up streaked across her cheeks. And even worse, her expression was filled … Continue reading Miss Taylor: Part IV