John-J Anderson

ORGAN Chapter Twenty Six Cabs in the area had become expensive, was the only thought rolling through Marys mind as she waited patiently on the curb outside the restaurant, her friend from school had been nice enough to take her out for a meal after they worked late grading papers to take her mind somewhere pleasant for an evening, but with her car being an unreliable piece of junk she took the now regrettable option of a cab ride to get home afterwards.  Even in the current context of her washed away normal life, this had been a specifically horrible few days capped on nicely by Boothe asking her to pry open her husband’s coffin and unleash he memories she buried of him for some research into her sons condition, the notion that Thomas passed something onto Oscar was gut wrenching, but if it had been Mary that had caused all this she would have no idea how to carry on with her days if they ever returned to normality – they won’t – she thought with cynicism. When the cab finally arri...

If the mutual love of goofy was enough. In another life maybe. If the voices, we put on could make us laugh. In another life maybe. If the games we played could persist. In another life maybe. If I didn’t close the doors or barricade the windows. From you and feelings that grew. I wasn’t the snake in the grass. I was a pawn to a personality. Well. In another life maybe.

ORGAN Chapter Twenty Five Searching for the hidden spare key on the underside of the kitchen window ledge, Oscar felt about at the underside of the wooden ledge dislodging spiders and insects of various sizes before finally landing on the small hook that secured it in place, he thought for a moment about which of his parents installed this fail safe and agreed with his inner monologue that this had his mother’s finger prints all over it as the careful planner of the two.  He slid the brass key gently into the lock and assumed the noise was going to be bringing his mother inside thundering towards the door, whether she would be showering him with love or subduing him as the murderous criminal son was yet to be seen as he crossed the threshold still leaving the key in the lock to keep the noise from growing, taking it back out and potentially dropping it or scrapping it against the metal was an unnecessary risk. No lights appeared to be illuminating the home, his mother’s car was in ...

ORGAN Chapter Twenty Four Oscar walked the streets in circles for a long time after he left Katie in a heap by the hotel room bed, successfully removing the memories from his mind while he sought out his next move in a town that was frothing at the mouth with rabid hunger to swallow him once and for all. Sirens going off behind him finally snapped him out of the mist that covered his boat with debilitating choke.  “Not safe. NOT SAFE!” his attached partner shouted into the solitary air.  Oscar panicked, and his mind conjured only a simple thought but a thought he had hoped would have buried itself with the memories of Katies limp body. The hiding place for his crimes, the tunnels, he made for the nearest breach in buildings to hide from the road and pried open a muddy metallic drain cover, seeing no ladder in place he had but one choice and lowered himself down before dropping the final six to seven feet. Ankles crunched beneath him, and his weakened body struggled to hold his...