E.E. Martin

“People have died playing this?” gasped Riley.Zayne grinned and replied, “Uh huh.”“Only eight,” said Estelle. “One in the last decade.”Zayne said, “Hope you’re not the lucky one today.”

“Owl brain,” Charell replied. “Made specially so ‘tis still thinking when you eat it. Keeps you smart.”

“Pretty,” said Cree. “It was very pretty.” She giggled as she stroked her green nails over her cheeks and smiled at Riley. “I suppose I let the poison go too long. I killed my parents and my younger brother and the cat. I do miss the cat.”

“Why am I here? I was falling off a cliff just a minute ago, and then I landed on your floor.”Estelle looked down to the floor, up at the ceiling, and then to Riley. Estelle said, “There is no cliff above my ceiling.”