Compelling. Suspenseful. Thought provoking...
Conversation with the BlackboardEllen contemplates retirement from her teaching career when someone starts leaving mysterious messages on her blackboard...
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First StringAndi survives a freak accident and learns a lesson in the most unusual way...
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RequiemNatalie's life is in turmoil when, after 14 years, she learns her husband is coming back...
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Ellen sat on the window ledge and watched the rain flood the street gutters of Bellevue. She glanced at the ticking clock-Dr. Katz was now thirty-six minutes late. She lifted a Styrofoam cup to her lips. The coffee needed more cream but that didn't seem to matter now.
The door opened. "Are you finished filling out that form?" the receptionist said. Ellen lifted the clipboard from her lap, handing it to her. "Yes…about twenty minutes ago."
"I'm sorry about the wait," the receptionist said. "When she called from her car, she wasn't too far from the office-the storm just caught her by surprise." the receptionist took the clipboard and left Ellen alone again.
Maybe this was a mistake. How could this woman help her if a storm in Washington caught her by surprise?
Moments later, Dr. Katz hurried into the office wearing a dripping rain coat.
"Hello, Ellen-may I call you Ellen?" she said. "I'm sorry I'm late."
She pressed her intercom. "Ellen Torrington's file?"
"In your top tray, Dr. Katz."
"Thank you, and please hold my calls."
Dr. Katz sat down, pulled out her glasses and reviewed the paperwork.
Ellen's heart quickened. The clock seemed to tick more loudly now.
Dr. Katz removed her glasses and studied Ellen.
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable in one of the chairs?"
Ellen didn't move-keeping a watchful eye on the world.
Dr. Katz put back on her glasses. "So, Ellen, it says here you're having delusions-"
"They're not delusions."
Dr. Katz jotted down a few notes. "And when is this murder supposed to take place?"
Ellen sipped her coffee. "Today…"
Dr. Katz looked at her watch. "Do you know what time?"
"No, I don't."
"Then how can you be certain?"
Ellen didn't answer-again taking another sip of her coffee. Dr. Katz put down her pen and leaned back.
"May I make an observation?" Dr. Katz said. "For someone who is about to die, you don't seem overly concerned."
"I don't mind if I die, today," Ellen said. "It's raining out anyway…"
Table of Contents
|Conversation with the Blackboard||3|
|An Apple for the Teacher||115|
|About the Author||189|