Amma's Blog

TRAP Voices shouted: “Hands up!” “Drop your guns!” “Drop them!” Didn’t they realize he couldn’t. He stood. Waving outstretched arms, desperately trying to signal before their shots whirled and dropped him. Drawing closer, they saw his taped mouth and the guns duct-bound to his hands, before they too fell. Madeleine Sklar© 2012

HAUNTED HOUSE Her parents claimed it was imagination. Evenings, she’d chill to ghostly fingers on her neck. Although her family moved away, the ghosts’ breath, tangled smoke signals in her memory. A half century later, she’d return with her son and discover her childhood… Blue handprints still waiting behind the attic door. Madeleine Sklar© 2012