Little Deaths

There was a corkboard over the desk where he’d pinned a few reviews of his books, and some framed movie posters with titles like Cleopatra’s Curse and Silent to the Grave. A perfect storm of regret and loss and something that felt curiously like the end of a curse. But the truth was, the longer he had waited, the less casual it felt. When the cops finally arrived, they were huddled together under the largest trifold, which showed Donni standing outside Opal’s house with the jack-o-lanterns glowing like fireflies.