Author: impression08

“You should be ashamed.” The words snapped through the pristine, upscale hospital hallway like a crack of a whip. Greg stood directly in front of me, his tall frame completely blocking the bright fluorescent lights of the maternity wing. He jabbed a rigid, aggressive finger right toward my face. His voice was kept to that…

The polished marble floor of the Davenport estate felt like solid ice against my cheek. A sharp, terrifying jolt of pain radiated up my left side, stealing the breath directly from my lungs. My first instinct was entirely primal. I wrapped both of my arms protectively around my swollen, seven-month pregnant belly. I pulled my…

I pushed the heavy yellow mop bucket down the polished, sunlit hallway of Oak Creek High School. The second-period bell had just rung a few minutes ago, leaving the massive corridor completely empty and echoing. I was supposed to be completely invisible today, just another middle-aged woman in a baggy gray uniform fading into the…

The rain had finally stopped at Oak Creek High, leaving the sprawling asphalt parking lot slick and covered in deep, dirty puddles. I pulled my thin jacket tighter around my cafeteria uniform, shivering in the damp afternoon air as I carried a bag of leftover bread rolls toward my rusted sedan. As the school’s cafeteria…