Sweet, Savory and Spiritual
“It’s not a cult,” Reynolds said, his voice breaking. He’d been in the room three hours. The good cop/bad cop thing just didn’t work, but this new line of questioning seemed a bit more promising.
“Then what exactly is it, Mr. Reynolds?” Briggard crossed his arms and sat back in his chair. This was the closest they’d gotten to a member. He slipped up after leaving his teeth imprints in an elderly woman’s half-eaten corpse.
“Typical that a cop is obsessed with the organization. It’s about the spirituality.” Reynolds smiled, dried blood caked on his yellowed teeth. Briggard shivered.
The Commuter Rail
“Ugh, I’m so hungry. Mom better have gone shopping!” Wendy slouched down onto the cold plastic seat of the train, completely oblivious to the looks she was getting from around the car. It felt to Wendy that her life had changed monumentally. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to readjust to home life, even if it was just for a holiday weekend.
Across the table Wendy’s bestie since third grade, Anna, snored slightly. Wendy sighed, thinking nobody was listening to her. She cuddled up with the duffel bag of dirty laundry next to her and pulled out her iPod.