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Seroquel, and Other Short Stories


By Courtney Ferguson



Copyright 2017 Courtney Ferguson


First Smashwords Edition


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Dedication


To Ben. Thank you for everything. This is for you.


Table of Contents


Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication Page

Table of Contents


Seroquel

Blinky

Room 329

Connoisseur


About the Author



Seroquel


“There’s someone at the door,” a voice called.

“They’re trying to get in,” another whispered.

“Did you lock the door?” a third asked. “You better lock the door, or it’ll be too late.”

Debra wheeled her chair over to the front door. She checked the first lock, and re-locked it. She re-locked the second. The third. The fourth. The fifth.

“Mom,” Amanda called, “The door is locked. We’re okay.”

“They told me someone was there. I was just making sure,” Debra called back. She wheeled herself into the kitchen, glancing at her daughter. Amanda smiled back, sweet and angelic.

“I was just making sure,” Debra repeated, scratching her gray roots.

Amanda took her by the hands and knelt. Debra looked into those hazel eyes. Those eyes were ten years old, just yesterday.

“I know mom,” Amanda said. “I understand.”

Debra smiled, her dentures feeling tight against her gums.

“The door,” a voice called out.

“Is the door locked?” another asked. “Don’t let them in. They’re laughing at you. They want to hurt you.”

Debra receded away, pulling her black shall over her bony shoulders.

“Mom,” Amanda said. “Have you taken your medication yet? Stop scratching your head. Please?”


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