Megan Clancy
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Author & Book Coach, wife, mother, adventure-seeker.
BA in English from Colorado College & MFA from the University of Melbourne
Writing here is Fiction & Non-Fiction
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Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 40
From the desk of Dr. Mary L. Riley Los Angeles, California August Logan came into my care on the twentieth of January, 2015. She arrived at our facility early in the morning, escorted by a liaison from Canmore General Hospital where she had been admitted in Canada.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 39
I am back in the police interrogation room. Detective Singh sits across from me at the table while Officers Michaels and Evans stand behind her. I look down. My hands are cuffed to the edge of the table and my ankles are shackled to the chair.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 38
When Millie was just a little over seven months old, she had her first big fall. We were at the park and she was climbing up the steps of the jungle gym. When she got to the first platform, she pulled her feet around and sat up on the edge. As I moved around to the side of her, she flung her body back and fell down the two steps she had just scaled, hitting her head on the railing. She screamed, and I cried. She was injured and it was all my fault. I was terrified that I had just ruined my baby. There was a pretty sizable bump on the side of her head and in a panic, I immediately drove to the emergency room. But by the time we got there, the bump was almost gone and Millie was giggling away at the dangling animals hanging from the bar of her carseat. Everything seemed to be fine. A quick Google search on my phone gave me all the warning signs to look out for with infant head injuries, and nothing seemed to match what I was observing in my child. I thought about the high cost of the ER visit, and the way Tucker would look at me when he found out I wasted that kind of money for nothing. I turned the car around and headed home.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 37
Officer Evans drives me to Canmore General Hospital. The same hospital I visited this morning trying to find out why this all happened. Now I’m even more lost than before. Now everything has changed. It looks different this time. No longer a peaceful place for recovery set against a beautiful mountain backdrop. The sky is a dark gray, heavy with winter rain, and it casts a murkiness over the building. The bricks look worn and dirty. It feels like a looming presence as we enter the parking lot. Something lurking and sinister. I can’t stop my body from shaking. My teeth are chattering so loudly, I am certain Evans can hear it. He doesn’t comment though.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 36
My mind is a mess with thoughts. None of this makes sense. Tucker leaving, taking Millie, abandoning me in a foreign country. And now this. If they weren’t with me that day at the airport, where were they? I try and think back. Had Tucker stepped away to go to the bathroom? Did he take Millie to change her diaper? I remember he did that before we boarded the plane back home. But did he slip away again on this end?
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 35
“Mrs. Logan,” Detective Singh says when my call is patched through to her desk. She sounds tired, lacking her typical spark. “I was planning on visiting you this morning.” I am so focused on what I was going to tell her that it takes me a second to catch on to what she is saying. Does she have something to tell me? Have they found something?
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 34
The hospital waiting room is empty save for one man asleep in the corner. Above him, a TV is playing BBC News with the sound muted. I sit down and try to figure out my next move. I didn’t get much from meeting Brent, aside from a somewhat uneasy feeling. On the screen, a tank moves across a desert landscape. Then the picture switches to video of the Australian Prime Minister meeting with the Chancellor of Germany. I wouldn’t have known who they were if it weren’t for the titles on the screen. I’ve always been amazed with how much more in-tune the rest of the world is with other parts of the world. The show then turns to U.S. news. That morning, tornados had touched down in Arkansas and Missouri, killing seven people, injuring others, and destroying homes. I see my own life reflected in the pictures of the aftermath.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
My Child Starts Preschool This Week
It is fair to say that I can be a rather emotional person. I cry at a lot of things. Particularly sentimental stuff. Give me a video compellation of soldiers coming home or grandparents meeting their first grandchild and I’m a mess. Those defining life moments really get me. So, I figured when my little boy went off to school for the first time, I would be pretty emotional about it. My first born would be growing up way too fast for my liking and he would walk off into the classroom while I curled up in a blubbering mess, a montage of his baby photos playing in my head. But the time has come, he’s going to preschool, and I’ve got nothing when it comes to tears.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Families
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 33
After passing through town and grabbing a morning coffee, I head to the police station. This has become a daily ritual for me. Even if it produces nothing, it makes me feel like I’m doing something. Apparently Detective Singh has come to expect these visits too. She is waiting just inside the front door when I arrive.
By Megan Clancy3 years ago in Fiction
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