I am Edna

Mother Bird Sculpture By Keisuke Aso Aisawa. I did not take this picture. Remember MoMo? I didn’t either. Months and months ago, I was at the Grapevine Mills Mall with my sons. They have this Peppa Pig experience there, and we somehow got on the subject of Peppa Pig. My boys had said they never watched it, but they have a little half-brother who was a fan. So I said, “Wasn’t there something…

I’m writing late because I haven’t in a while, and this has been in my brain, and I had to write it down. The first Wednesday of every month, they test the tornado sirens here. This month, the first Wednesday was the first day of the month. I started to wonder who reports if the tornado sirens don’t work? I asked a friend, and he said, “We do?” Which is putting a lot of faith in the general…

Ok, now back to the story. Alex gestured to a room at the end of the hall. The apartment was an exact carbon copy of the one I once live in, so I knew the room at the end of the hall was the master bedroom. What we were all crammed in at the moment was the living room packed with furniture and boxes all the way to the ceiling. to the left was the kitchen and beyond that the bathroom. Just…

It has been a week. Thanks to the holiday, it is a short one, and I don’t have to work on Friday. I’m glad because I have woken up every day this week feeling like a bobblehead doll. It’s so weird feeling like my head is not attached to my body. I’m almost done with the meds I was prescribed, and I don’t feel much better, but I don’t feel worse either. I just feel beige. I go to the allergist…

I am on the mend. I have an infection in both my ears and fluid in my lungs. While I was getting checked out by the Nurse Practitioner, I was chatting with her, she said there was a bump in flu cases this summer. I’m glad I don’t have the flu. I thought it was going to be strep. My throat and my neck were hurting. I had strep more than once, and each time my throat and neck hurt. Dan thought…

I’m taking a break from the horror story today because I have gone and caught the plague. There will be more of that story, just not while my brain is burning. I’m going to the doctor at 9 a.m. today, thank God for CVS Minute Clinic. So Labyrinth is on this morning, and while I wait for my appointment to end, the plague, I am watching it, and I suddenly had a very clear memory of my Dad. Dad…

Greg knocked on the door. From one of the apartments somewhere in the building, a cartoon was playing so loud you could hear every bang, blam, and blip. I strained my ears trying to hear a sound from inside Alex and Carla’s apartment, but all I could hear was a squeaky voice saying ‘you can’t catch me,’ followed by zonk, bink, bop. Then I knocked harder than Greg because if I had to listen to…

Generic picture of an apartment building in Texas. Ok enough, I’ve had ENOUGH! I’m not going through more months, weeks, days of this crap. I can’t. I’ve had enough. My old co-worker Greg called me back, thankfully, and I told him everything, EVERYTHING. “Oh my god,” Greg said when I was done. “You know what? Let’s go to their apartment.” “Yes,” I said. “Let’s go.” I told Dan what we were…

There was still no response. I had no number to call so I sent another message. Same question but with a sentence added. “What do you want me to stop asking questions about?” I asked. “I remember you and I’m glad you found what you were looking for with Carla.” I saw the green checkmark. The one where you know they have seen the message. I knew he saw, or someone saw, the message and then…

Random non-descriptive social media page. Not only was he married to Carla, but I KNEW HIM! A year after I divorced my first husband, I started trying out the multitude of dating apps available to single people. There was a super persistent guy. After he sent me a message the first time I read his bio, he wanted a serious relationship from the start, he was way younger than me, and he wanted…

After I finished coughing up flies. I sneezed out some more flies. I told Dan what happened and told him I needed to find other people who knew Carla. “Wasn’t she stalking you, though?” Dan asked. “Yeah, I guess, maybe, but why?” I answered. “Also, she’s dead. We both went to her funeral. Why is the creepy dirt guy still around?” Neither one of us spoke. Neither one of us knew. We both…

I had to take a break from my fiction for a few days because I have been very sick. Every year from February until about September, I have a constant and persistent headache that transforms into congestion and a runny nose, itchy eyes, a sore throat, and general discomfort. It makes me cranky and intolerable. The doctor I have been seeing is referring me to an ENT/allergist this time because we…

I flew through the back door. He turned toward me, and I noticed he was in a cloud. He started laughing. “I see you!” He said and started laughing. I took a step forward, “Carla?” I asked, “Is it you?” He stopped laughing, “No,” he said. “But I know her, and she knows me.” “Look,” I said, moving a step closer, “I don’t know what I did to you, but I’m sorry.” I was moving closer to the…

My head was full of thoughts. My Diner companion told me he started talking to Carla after he graduated from college. Carla spoke of me frequently and said she and I had stayed in touch. She told him we talked every day. He said she thought of me as a second mom and even babysat for me sometimes. I didn’t know what to say. There were things he knew that she told him that would be impossible…

He cleared his throat. Suddenly, everything was still. “I would see the guy, and my wife would find pieces of the dog. Finally, one night when he appeared again, I shouted at him, ‘What do you want?’ He laughed and said, ‘I want you squid.’ Then he crumbled away.” I scrunched my face and leaned my head to the side, “Squid?” I asked. He smiled and shook his head, “Yeah. Carla’s parents didn’t…

“I was really freaked out,” he said. “I made an anonymous call to the police. Later, I saw a blurb in the student newspaper that said they were canine teeth.” He blew air out of his teeth, leaned back, and looked out the window. “All through my sophomore year of college, he would show up at random times. I never knew when he would show up. Sometimes I would go without seeing him for so long that…

Someone dropped something in the diner, and we both jumped. I looked at him, and we laughed. We were both so tense. “We need to shake it out,” I said, and we both rolled our shoulders and our heads and wiggled our arms. “Wow,” he said. “I forgot about the ‘shake it out,’ you would tell us to do that all the time. And the mini dance breaks.” He smiled as he took a sip from his cup. “It was…