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A rock face looks toward the north, as the sun sets with a golden glow. I’m happy to have a window, even one that’s a foot thick and harder than steel. It does nothing to soothe the lonely hours in a prison designed to look like a two-bedroom apartment on the 2nd floor of an upscale high-rise.
Sure, I have computer access, but I can’t email anyone about my plight. To the world, I disappeared the day after my so-called best friend’s death. Arlene, the woman who had killed me 3 times before. Arlene, the woman I had to endure in my household for 30 years so that I could keep the worst enemy ever to walk the Earth from killing me a 4th time.
At the end of her life, when cancer had taken away most of her suspicious nature, I’d slipped a confession letter into papers she was signing. Finally, I had my vengeance upon her. Or so I thought.
When they’re through with me in this wretched place, someone will find my body. Given the number of needle marks and biopsy sites, they’ll no doubt suspect that I was tortured.
And who, might you ask, abducted me? My own daughter, Dr. Charlene Bellson, the former county coroner and now head of a task force trying to unlock the secrets of time travel, interdimensional dynamics, and reincarnation.
I trusted her with my secret, the fact I’d been thrown down the shaft of a cave by Arlene 3 times. But she’s a brilliant pathologist and had come to that conclusion prior to my confession.
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