Natasha Dennis
Stories (1/0)
The Doe
It started out any other December night, just laying in bed and talking about work. She was a writer and I was a general laborer, as she got to stay in the warm house, typing down words, I worked outside in the elements pushing and pulling train cars. Even though we were both different in styles and opinions, it didn't matter any because we both loved each other. Even though I didn't know it, my heart was about to break with the ringing of her phone. When she got finished and hung up the phone, she had informed me it was her father inviting us to Christmas at his place, it wasn't often we got to see him as he was always on the road. It was just a few days' notice, and a distance we had to go, I told her we should go, and we will pack the following afternoon.
By Natasha Dennis7 years ago in Horror