Matt Christopher Books Novels & Stories

There was no trace of what that person was doing, and they were out in the open as they were protected by their identity. After going through the books on the shelf, Matthias felt he couldn’t take any interest in them. The only book that he had read completely recently was one of Heather’s works. Finally making his decision, he picked up an ordinary-looking comic book, and when he went over to sit opposite Heather, she looked surprised at his choice of reading material. “Isn’t this a children’s comic book? Are you trying to satisfy your inner child?” Heather felt that Matthias had always liked doing things the unusual way. Why is he always trying to do such strange things? she thought to her

His head was still bald, but his watercolor blue eyes spoke of a million sadness even his familiar smile couldn’t hide. We sat at the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee for me, while Bo and Mathew each held a bottle of beer. “You found Chris’ journal,” said Mathew. It was more of a statement than a question, but I still hummed a yes. “And pretty boy must’ve kept you up to date on the events in my life after his death.” I nodded again. “Is he treating you well?” I groaned. “You sound like dad.” Matthew chuckled, looking into the distance. “I miss that idiot.”