Author Archives: Carolyn Paul Branch

Every house was dark when she passed through town at 3:30 a.m.  This was the quietest time of the night, a little too late for partiers, a little too early for day shift workers and just right for Sarah Henderson.  … Continue reading →

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The words boomed out even over the hubbub of the crowded airport. Nancy instinctively ducked her head and pulled Bobby closer to her side. He won’t dare to hit us here, she … Continue reading →

I don’t know how old I was when I started thinking about myself in the third person. I don’t even know for sure how old I was when I noticed I was doing it and started actively trying to correct … Continue reading →

My father was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me. The beer cans and dirty plates had all been cleared away. It was almost dark outside, but the morning smell of fresh coffee filled the cabin and he had … Continue reading →

I watched the front of the cave for a long time, nervous as a cat, waiting for one of the men to suddenly decide to come back into the cave and catch me spying. The shadows and distnt voices kept … Continue reading →

Rose knew it wasn’t a good idea to go into the river with her hands tied behind her back. She struggled with the ropes, trying to loosen the knots. But when she saw the bald guy coming back, she couldn’t … Continue reading →

I held on to the wall and went down one narrow step at a time, following  the feeble beam of the little flashlight. The circle of light was weak and wavering, but there were no extra batteries in the junk … Continue reading →

If he hadn’t been drafted they would still be married. Oh, not that they always got along just perfect, or anything, but they loved each other. They belonged together. It was true, even their names said so. She had always … Continue reading →