What is narrative?The stories we tell ourselves and others. The people (characters), places (settings) and events (plots) of our lives. How we make sense of the world.
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Category Archives: Deborah
(Dear Reader, have you missed any earlier scenes? Catch up here: Stalker) Summer of 2009 Baby, you must promise me two things. One, you must tell my stories. Do not let my stories die with me. And two, you must … Continue reading
2011 Weeks are passing without word from Stalker. Unprecedented. I savor the peace. But then I wonder. His last words to me – ”I will kill every man who ever touched you. I will kill you. I will kill every man … Continue reading
The summer of our love, 2009. “Let me grab another pack of cigarettes, Baby, and my bottle of vodka,” Stalker says. ”I will tell you the whole story and then we will never have to speak of it again.” His voice was … Continue reading
Stalker said that after the abortion, things were never the same with Deborah and him. After he told me about it, things were not quite the same between Stalker and me. My heart beat in rhythm with his pain. This … Continue reading
“A year of heaven. Then I did something stupid,” said Stalker. In the early 1970′s birth control pills had much higher doses of hormones in them. More strokes, more problems. Deborah was a physician. She knew the risks. She stopped … Continue reading
“Deborah returned to Richmond,” said Stalker. “And I went into action.” First, I announced to my mother Mary and my sisters that I was moving my bed from the living room of our apartment. I was taking one of the bedrooms … Continue reading
“I killed two, maybe three, souls. The state of Virginia will not convict me. But there will be no place in heaven for me. If you will love me, you must know the truth.” Stalker had never told anyone the … Continue reading