Fiction | Short Story

No Holiday for Psychics

The true crime books made it worse. My mind got to be a blender of murders.

This tea is too hot. This tea is too wet. Get me my boots.

Find me, find meDo not let this happen! Do not let it happen to you!

This is not my parent!

Not my parent!My name is Emily, I am six! I do not know this person!

Peas peas, hot dogs, peas

Hello. We’re here to help



HiCome on, give me a bag.

Peas peas

Help, no, help, no no no no no

He might as well be dead. Why bother?

I know that,but he’s not dead yet, he’s still here.

If you’re going out, be careful. I am careful.


Not my parent. Not my parent