Spring Bonnie Novels & Stories

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."

The woman's words finally quelled the siblings' enthusiasm. Finally given the opportunity to introduce herself, the middle-aged woman continued, "Don't worry, my dear. We're family, and we won't do anything to hurt you. "I'm Bonnie, 54 years old. I've been working all over the country, trying to make a living while desperately searching for my missing daughter." Indeed, a woman of Bonnie's age would naturally show signs of aging, and her extensive travels in search of her lost daughter had etched wrinkles on her face, narrating the passage of time.

I say and he nods, smiling. “Make yourself at home,” he tells me before he stands and I nod. As I turn around to go get my laptop, I see Bonnie walking down the stairs. Her eyes meet mine and automatically her cheeks go bright pink and she smiles. She is only wearing a bikini top and the shortest shorts in history. Her skin, tanned and shining, is on display.

Bonnie says glancing at Orion. "Isn't the wolfsbane out of your system yet?" I ask curiously. "Erm, no it will take a few days I think" she replies glancing at Orion again who hasn't looked at her once. "Well I can't wait to know who he is. He's got his hands full that's for sure" my father laughs as he takes a drink. Bonnie narrows her eyes at my father playfully. "I'll have you know I'm a catch" she says flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder dramatically. My parents laugh at her response.