By Chris Bedell The honking of a car horn woke me up sometime later. Horatio was driving, and I was in the front passenger seat. Black draped the night sky as the shiny texture of the moon glowed, which… Continue Reading
by Chris Bedell I had been at the institution for a week when I decided to play the piano in the common room during my free time, which was one the advantage over prison. Because I at least wasn’t… Continue Reading
by Chris Bedell Horatio didn’t wait to be invited into the office. I couldn’t say I was surprised, though. He never respected boundaries, which was evident by him always hovering behind my door. “What is she doing here?” Horatio… Continue Reading
by Chris Bedell serpeblu/Shutterstock I did something dangerous later in the evening, and followed Horatio through the woods. It all started a few minutes earlier when I got this tingling sensation in my stomach that something was wrong.… Continue Reading