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Thursday, November 5, 2015

New Release: Must Remember

Must Remember
Colleen S. Myers
Science Fiction romance
$4.99
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Dead or alive. They want her back.

EXCERPT

Wait. Red hair.

Sarah! She sat in a different spot by the cereal dispensers. She’d put her face down on the table, her red hair spread across the plate; some vomit decorated the floor. Guess she didn’t head back to her room after all. And she was so still.

My heart clenched. Please no.

Slowly, I approached and touched her shoulder. No response. Did she have a seizure or something? I lifted her head.

Her hazel eyes were wide and filmed over. Dead. Pancake and puke dribbled down her chin.

I let go and her head fell. The thunk when it hit the table made me jump.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.

The smell of the sweet syrup made me sick, my vision blurred. I turned and dry-heaved to next to the body. The strength went out of my legs and I sat. My head dropped between my legs.

Sarah.

My mind flashed to that same image of her hanging off me, saying how much she loved me, how I was her best friend. I saw her running away from me on the playground when we were little, passing me notes in high school, all the sleepovers as kids.

I brushed the back of her head with my hand. My insides twisting, mouth dry. I should’ve found her. I should’ve taken her with me to that room. But what if she went nuts? I didn’t know, but too late now. She was my best friend. I should’ve looked for her.

I’m so sorry.

A sob slipped out, then another until I couldn’t stop. My dad would have been so disappointed in me. I rocked back and forth on my seat.

Oh god. What was I going to do? Nobody was answering. What the fuck was going on here! What sort of madness was this?

I rubbed my hands over my wet face, wiping away my tears. Home. That was still the plan. I needed to go home. My heart pounded a sick rhythm in my ears and my thoughts scattered. I needed to find my mom.

No room for tears, not now.

Later.

I ran toward the street. There were a few pools of blood. No signs of the bear or anyone else. Nobody alive, anyway. The short dude from earlier remained curled on the ground. Cars lay scattered in piles, and more debris littered the asphalt. The same damn car alarm blared in the distance and the air carried the smell of decay.

Red lights bathed the ground and I looked up.

This time I couldn’t hold back the laughter.

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