The Darkness of Shadows by Little Chris

Author:Little, Chris [Little, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Rogue Gargoyle Books
Published: 2013-08-01T18:30:00+00:00

The day was dark and dreary, so much so that it falsely represented night. And I was in a bad mood. No idea why, it just happened.

Our schema was as good as it was going to get. We had the pages, a place to meet, and a recycling plan. Now we were in hover mode, waiting for Karl to get back to us with a phone number so we could get the party started.

What I said before about not knowing why I was in a pissy mood wasn’t entirely true.

Val had brought up the topic of head injuries and hallucinations. She was as subtle as the scale at a Weight Watchers meeting, and I’d been ignoring her calls. I would continue to do so until I got over my mad.

I went for a ride to clear my head. And doing so, I ended up someplace I thought I never would go—the cemetery behind the middle school.

Before I knew it, I was clicking along the plots and grounds, not knowing why I was there. I decided I wanted to be toasted and tossed—no burial for me. People left cards, balloons, and decorations on their loved ones’ graves. I guess it was more for the living. Dead was dead, right?

Something drew me to a headstone set back from the others, with space on either side of it for family, I guessed. The area was tidy and fresh flowers were laid in front of the stone. My mother’s grave.

In all the years she’d been dead, I never once came here. I didn’t go to her funeral either. Lieutenant and Mrs. Guerrero told me I should. Yeah right—I disappeared for a day and a half and caught hell from them both. It went in one ear and out the other. I didn’t care.

Now, I stood there looking for answers. A Dickensian move on my part. Would I ever be whole, or would I remain shattered, with only glimpses of where the pieces fit?

I was stupid for coming here. I glanced at the headstone. Part of the inscription read “… as long as we live, they too shall live, for they are a part of us …”

I stepped away from my mother and my past, and bumped into someone.

“Excuse me,” I said.

There were two people—at least I think they were people—standing on the path behind me. They looked kind of like twins. They stood several inches shorter than me, with long, straggling black hair and pale white faces, sunken pale blue eyes and mouths twisted as if in pain. Black wool clothes flowed around them like a Goth nightmare.

“Sorry, didn’t know you were there.” I tried to move past them, but they blocked my way.

This was not good. I looked around. What did I spy with my little eyes but a completely deserted graveyard. Great. I said excuse me again and tried to get past them. No dice.

“Something I can help you with?” I reached around and put my hand on my pistol.

The one on the right stretched out a pale hand and in a husky voice said, “Give me the pages.

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