Torn Photo Isaac Novels & Stories

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

“I’ve got a meeting. I’ll talk to you later.” Just like that, the call ended with a cold and piercing beep. I stood there, frozen, still holding the phone. Not long after, my screen lit up again. This time, it was a message from an unknown number. [You think Isaac has been on a business trip this whole time? Actually, he’s been with me in Forland watching the northern lights.] Attached was a photo of Isaac, holding Grace in his arms and kissing her beneath a sky of glowing auroras. The next few days, I lived like a walking corpse. I couldn’t eat or sleep, and my body grew thinner by the day. Until one night, I was in the bathroom taking a shower when it happened.