I don’t write horror, but some of my deepest fears have a way of clawing their way into my imagination. This short piece poured out of me in one intense writing session about three years ago (and I did have a nursing baby at that time).
I’ve never known what to do with it, but, well… here’s Exposure. It’s hard to share this one because it is disturbing to me.
Oh, this is a good (disturbing) story.
I found it sad rather than disturbing.
It conjoured up beautiful pictures in my mind, especially of the babe 🙂
*nod* It’s not quite as horrific to me as it was when I first wrote it. But it still disturbs me.
Still creeps the stuffing out of me.
Hee. You have the added factor that the person who wrote this is YOUR wife. *cue the eerie music*
Finally got round to reading this. What a sad story.
I must bookmark your blog!
Did you stop using LJ altogether?
I haven’t posted to my LJ in ages, and I barely remember to check out my f-list. I didn’t make a conscious decision to abandon it, but that’s what happened. 😛 I was only going there to check out your and Miqa’s blogs, anyhow. I need to find another way to keep up with you two. 🙂