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Flick the Switch - Chapter 1
Sometimes when their mother went to pick them up from dance class, she would find them alone in the studio after practice was over, dancing side-by-side in the mirror. They would have grins on their faces and the room would echo with laughs and squeals.
Sometimes when she went into their room, she would find the G.I. Joes on Jane's bed and the Barbies on Keith's. Sometimes she would find the toys together in between the beds on the floor with their clothes swapped.
Sometimes when she went into the backyard, she would find Jane and Keith in the plastic playhouse, cooking up fake meals and talking about their days at their pretend places of work. Sometimes she would find them on the swings together. One swinging forward, one swinging backward, giggling as they passed each other.
Sometimes when she made her way into the living room, she would find them asleep on the old sectional sofa, sprawled out perpendicular to each other with their heads touching a
Flick the Switch - Chapter 5Flick the Switch - Chapter 5 in General Fiction More Like This
Pearl Allen didn't have a very good feeling about that evening and she wasn't sure why. Work had been fine that day, they had their normal amount of customers in the salon she owned and worked for, she had even made plenty of tips. But she felt uneasy mentally and that was making her stomach churn. Something was wrong and her mind kept running through things it might be as she swept the floor of the salon before heading upstairs to her apartment on the level above.
She couldn't place it. Not yet.
Pearl lived alone in the apartment. Her parents lived out in the country and her brother lived in the big city. Sometimes her boyfriend stayed over, but not that particular night. She wished he was though. She figured his presence would get her mind off the unsettling knot growing in her system.
Seating herself on the gray, faux leather couch in her living room with a glass of iced tea in her hand, Pearl's gaze absently caught the pictures on the sofa table behind her. They were framed picture