Peter Petunia and the Impotent Succubus, (under the stairwell)
Unreal flecks of dark colors floated in the thick, stuffy blackness. Her small heart racing, she grasped her wrist and turned the watch to face her. She wanted to press the two little buttons for light, even though it barely glowed anymore when she was stuck under here by her angry brother.
She needed to see something… promises in voiceless whispers floated to herself. “I will ask daddy to get a new battery next time we talk.” A sob rose into her throat. Last time 2 days ago she tried to do that.
Forrest and Perl were too locked in discussion… their voices in various...