Elizabeth uses her encouraging voice. I do not mistake this for compassion. This is the third time this month she’s killed me. She flicks off the light, closes the door and leaves me to die in the darkness. (From Thieves Jargon)
This paragraph from fellow Rosemont writer J.C. Miller’s short story “The Strangers” gave me chills. The relationships in her tale juxtapose violence and love so closely that I felt disturbed and comforted almost within the same sentence. A child’s game intertwines with an adult’s game.
A strong story with a captivating voice, for sure.
Read “The Strangers”: http://www.thievesjargon.com/workview.php?work=1324