Trillium

Trillium  By Rita H. Chen   Mrs. Dorimer bared her teeth slightly, trying to achieve some semblance of a smile.  “Is that so?” Linda, or rather Mrs. Simon Dubont, wife of the President of Intergalactic Communications Incorporated, was an intelligent, frank – arrogant, Mrs. Dorimer thought cruelly – woman of forty.  Mrs. Dubont continued speaking, … More Trillium

Duty

Duty By Rita H. Chen I open the door quietly; hoping that Mother won’t be up. However, just as I step into the house, I can already hear Mother’s voice, worried and unnatural-sounding. “Esther, is that you, Dear?” I stifle a sigh. “Yes, Mother,” I answer out-loud. A slight shuffle, and then Mother stands in … More Duty

Down the Drainpipe

Down the Drainpipe By Rita H. Chen Her hands trembled as she tightly gripped the edges of the sink, the knuckles of her fingers turning white from the strain.  She retched once, her body convulsing as she tried to coax up what felt like a sharp, sour poison from deep within her stomach.  When nothing … More Down the Drainpipe

Human

Human By Rita H. Chen I must be out of my mind. No, cancel that thought. I am out of my mind. Just what the hell do I see in him anyway? He’s cold. Calculating. Not much to look at. He’s too headstrong and level-headed for his own good. He’s strict and much too intense. … More Human