by K. A. Williams
I combed Brenna's hair while she lay beside me on the bed.
She stretched and love sparked in her green eyes. The unexpected sound of the
doorbell startled us and we leapt from the bed.
I went to the door and opened it. Two uniformed policemen
"I'm Officer Drake and this is Officer Paulton. Are
you Samuel Conover?"
I nodded, my throat dry.
"We have a warrant for your arrest," Drake said.
"The murder of your brother, Robert."
Brenna distracted Paulton when she tried to run out the
door they had left open. He stopped her.
While he was distracted, I stepped back quickly and grabbed
my gun from behind the plant on the table. "Let her go!" I pointed my
gun at him.
Drake must have drawn his gun while I was watching the
other cop. The bullet caught me by surprise. Clasping my hand tightly over the
wound didn't stop the blood or the pain.
Brenna came to me when I collapsed on the floor. Her long
black hair brushed against my face and she cried.
I stroked her hair lovingly. "I did it … for you. He …
can never … hurt you again." The words had taken all my strength.
The red haze before my eyes darkened. Brenna and the cops
began to fade away.
"Call for an ambulance," a distant voice said,
"and get this damn cat out of the way."
First published in
Eclipse in 1995.
Also published in
The Sixth Sense in 1996.
A. Williams lives in North Carolina and writes speculative,
mystery/crime, general fiction, and poetry. Over 250 stories and poems have
appeared in many magazines including Yellow Mama, Black Petals, Mysterical-E,
Aphelion, and The Sirens Call.
has a Facebook page where you can read some of her stories and follow links to
her self-published ebooks.
Apart from writing, K. A. enjoys music (mostly '70s and '80s rock), CYOA
and word games.
If Charles Addams, Edgar Allan Poe, and Willy Wonka sired a
bastard child it would be the fat asthmatic by the name of Michael D. Davis. He has been called warped by dear friends and a freak by passing strangers.
Michael started drawing cartoons when he was ten, and his skill has improved with his humor,
which isn’t saying much. He is for the most part self-taught, only ever crediting
the help of one great high school art teacher. His art has been shown at his local library
for multiple years only during October due to its macabre nature. If you want to see more
of Michael’s strange, odd, weird, cartoons you can follow him on Instagram at