Seagulls arced lazy turns as an angry ocean pounded my listing fishing boat. Separated, the submerged boat lights cast a green glow around me, making the ocean even darker as the light trailed into abyss. Floating, my thoughts went to all life in the ocean, reacting, surviving, inching slowly along the ooze and undulating mid-water with goals ingrained. Ocean smell, thick with sea spray and sargassum, cradled me like a childless mother. Dipping below the horizon, the boat disappeared, sunset style, leaving me with only the immensity of space. Gazing at weightless gulls, the blue mire pulled me gently home.

From Guest Contributor Wes Keller

They came from miles around to ask him questions and he always answered truly. It seemed to those visitors that he knew everything. At least, no one could ever remember a question stumping him. He was worth every penny.

It was different for those who knew him. At first, they had been amazed of course. How did he know so much? But after a while, the novelty wore off and he began to get cocky, lording it over them how much smarter he was. And really, it was just plain awkward to be around someone who knew everything about you.

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The door opened. Selena, ready with the letter opener, attacked. She stabbed Stan right through the eye. He died instantly, falling slowly backwards in a tightly drawn arc.

It was Richard.

Part Thirteen

She waited in the closet while tightly clutching the letter opener to her chest. She’d never killed anyone–never come close really, unless you count the car accident and she’d been drunk so she never did. But she was going to kill Stan, or at least hurt him really bad. She knew she had to do it quickly, as soon as the door opened, because if she saw his face she’d lose her nerve. Not that he didn’t deserve to die, but she’d be too scared.

She heard footsteps, so she stood next to the door, her whole body tense.

Part Twelve

As the minutes stretched on, Selena wondered how long she would be abandoned in the dark. She could hear distant shouting and decided to look for a means of escape.

Other than the books and files, there was little that could prove useful. Until she found the letter opener.
Part Eleven

Stan dragged Selena by the elbow through the front door of the mansion house. They both knew something was wrong. There wasn’t anyone to be seen, not even a body, as if the house had been abandoned.

Selena sat down on a stack of unread books and plotted her escape.

Part Ten

Stan took Selena’s proposal as nothing more than a desperate joke, or perhaps a flailing attempt to save herself from his vengeance. But in reality it was only meant as a distraction. Selena wanted him to believe she was scared and desperate. She wanted him to underestimate her again.

Selena smiled. It already was working.

Part Nine

“Tell me what happened.”

“So do you want to get married?”

Part Eight