“It's funny. Looking back, none of it seems to matter now, those moments of yearning, craving to belong with people I thought… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share Image
“You can call me Benny," I offer, hoping to get on her good side. The last thing I need is some crazy woman - dead or otherwise - angry at me. "No," she muses. "I think I'll just call you Ford." "Why not Benny?" "I'd rather keep calling you pansy, but I don't think that will go over too well… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share
“Go to the cops then!” I shout. “But mind if I ask what you plan on telling them? Because saying two dead… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share Image
“There are some who would vow that life isn’t fair. They believe the worst is yet to come, that evil will always conquer good, and that we have no control over our fate. It’s true, there are storms that shake our foundations and monsters that threaten to tear us limb from limb. We will make terrible mistakes. We will fall… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share
“The funeral was held on a rainy Tuesday at the church where the Brendan family were members. The high school was excused for the day so the teachers and students could attend if they wished, and many did. Avivah's parents mourned their only child from the front pew, tears falling as steadily as the droplets outside, smattering faces as well… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share
“It's funny. Looking back, none of it seems to matter now, those moments of yearning, craving to belong with people I thought mattered. No… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share Image
“You can call me Benny," I offer, hoping to get on her good side. The last thing I need is some crazy woman - dead or otherwise - angry at me. "No," she muses. "I think I'll just call you Ford." "Why not Benny?" "I'd rather keep calling you pansy, but I don't think that will go over too well… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share
“Don't lie to me. Don't fake it. Don't touch my heart. You'll break it.” — Rebecca Harris Copy Share Image
“Don't do anything stupid, they said. Well, it's now or never, I suppose, and stupidity and confidence run a fine line.” — Rebecca Harris Copy Share Image
“I will wait. For as long as it takes, I will wait, a fixed point in time, never moving on, never going back. Time… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share Image
“Silver The liquid ebony stretches out and mingles with the midnight sky where high above, as on a throne, is perched that perfect sphere… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share Image
“Go to the cops then!” I shout. “But mind if I ask what you plan on telling them? Because saying two dead teenagers came… — Rebecca Harris Copy Share Image
