Sarah's Mailbox

Please leave mail for Sarah here. She just might remember to check it once and a while.

It is silly, she'd grown out of costumes years ago, and there is something about the day that puts her on edge, but she's excited. Despite it all. A night out with the man who might as well have been her husband. No baby. No children at all after eight. They can be grownups for just a little while. Letting her girls out of her sight, for a few ( Read more... )

It's a day like any other. She's woozy, from the moment she gets out of bed. Sluggish and a bit disoriented, but this far into the home-stretch, and she isn't expecting any different. It's a day like any other. She struggles to tie her shoes, laughs and rolls her eyes when Adam finally gives in and does it for her. She takes a walk along one of the ( Read more... )

In the night, in the dark, Sarah is back in her cave. Blood on her hands and screaming in her ears. It isn't Beth's blood. Isn't her own. In the dark, she rubs her palms furiously across her pant legs, wanting the blood off her hands without knowing why. In the night, in her dreams, Jessica is only a skeleton, and Paul is nothing but a memory. She' ( Read more... )

From here.

It's a decent hike all the way from The Compound to Adam's hut -- Their hut, she has to keep reminding herself. She's spent so much time there, she'd assumed it wouldn't be a big transition, but somehow, the move seems like an immeasurably large step... For her, and for the two of them ( Read more... )

She's laying in a puddle of water. Water, warmed by her own body heat, soupy with mud and grit and blood. Blood, she can't see, even when her eyes flutter open. It's too dark. In the cave, she can hardly see an inch away from her nose. Those months down under the ground, her eyes had adjusted and for a while, she lived down there with the bats and ( Read more... )

Time got away from her ( Read more... )

She wakes up on a lumpy mattress with a spider crawling across her cheek, bolts from the bed, and promptly screams bloody murder. Touching anything in the room makes her skin crawl, her hair is a mess, her nail beds are disgusting, and she's in desperate need of a facial ( Read more... )

It's not unusual for Sarah to wander ( Read more... )

Presumably, our pups have lives that happen when we aren't playing them, as none of us can play 24/7. Some of the things that happen are tedious and everyday, and not worth thinking much on: It's fair to assume they eat, bathe, go to "work" or school as it applies, etc. But there might be things that happen between pups that, while not necessarily ( Read more... )