Nightvine
Nightvine, an amuse bouche of short, dark stories including the tale of an elderly woman who goes shopping for cat food, an Army Company with a rash of AWOL's, and the story of a nurse who shares a plant with special patients. These pieces are for fans of the macabre in this homage to The Twilight Zone, Tales of the Crypt, Night Gallery and the work of Charles Addams. The stories in this collection are for lovers of horror and horror surprise, every day people in situations that do not always have an every day ending. Snippets from "The Pride of Vera Lake" Today Vera was forced to leave the house. The cats needed food. They were so hungry. If they were hungry, how could they protect her? They were all she had left. How Herbert had loved those cats! They were such a comfort now that he was no longer there to watch over her. She asked the clerk, "I hate to bother you but would there happen to be anyone who would help me carry this home? I only live a few blocks away and I would be glad to pay for the time." Stepping into a large old fashioned kitchen, the clerk put the bag on a table in the center of the room. Although there was plenty of afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, the room was just as spooky to the young woman as the much darker hallway had been. She started to turn when she heard a soft noise in the hallway behind her. Whirling, she saw nothing. "Old lady, is that you?" she finally called out. When there was no reply, the clerk took a step back, then froze as she heard a low growl, a deep, guttural noise coming from the darkness of a corner where she could see large eyes glistening, eyes the size of a man's fist, deep emerald and shot with flecks of silver and gold. Snippets from "Bravo Company" "When a soldier doesn't obey the rules, he not only makes it hard on himself but on everyone else in the Company," Bloch began. Peter started to speak when Bloch held up his hand. "Let me finish." Stepping over to the table, Bloch reached down and began to aimlessly roll one of the small jeeps back and forth over the rutted roadway tracks. Leave it to stern and creepy Bloch to still be playing with Army men while actually in the Army, Peter thought. "So that soldier needs reeducation, needs to get back to basics. He needs to learn to respect authority and discipline." "Cut the shit, Bloch. Where's Arnie," Peter said as he stepped to the table and grabbed the Sergeant's arm. "I believe we can all be good soldiers, Corporal Jenkins. Here." Bloch picked up one of the tiny figures on the hillside of dirt and handed it to Peter.