October 23rd, 2005
A short story by Dacia Ray
Her melted glass of iced tea was sitting by the window, taking in the cool fall breeze when it happened. She watched the brown liquid shake as he slammed the door, like that scene from Jurassic Park when everyone knew that the Tyrannosaurus would come and some wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t make it through the night. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d imagined this day more than once. How it would play out. How the screaming would rouse the neighbors. How his thick hands would bring the house down once and for all.