This particular zombie eluded a commanding presence which demanded respect from those in her vicinity. Her unmatched level of shrewd tactics and authority equaled that of a seasoned army sergeant, radiating strength and leadership. Despite her masculine physique, she appeared ageless, which left me wondering if she was composed of some strange alien genetic composition. Unlike others, she never engaged in any romantic entanglements with my ex, their ongoing conflict made things tense whenever they saw each other. She seemed to be a master at avoiding detection; she harbored a hidden agenda that was skillfully concealed from me.   Allowing her back into my life would be a fatal error. Our previous history stretched back for many years, and having reconnected, I entrusted her to manage a business on my property. However, I couldn't ignore there was a sinister aura that was surrounding her. Looking back now, I have never forgotten about an unsettling memory which unrave...

Even though Catherine was not wealthy, some called her poor; you would never know this by the style of clothes she wore. She had a natural talent, the gift of sewing. She could take any old thing, and turn it from rags to riches.  Today was no different, as she was walking towards the church; she looked as if she floated right off the cover of a magazine, featuring the famous designer Christian Dior.  The light weight dress flowed effortlessly with every step she took. It was composed of a delicate three tier overlay, with touches of lace that fell in just the right places. Beautifully stitched, and embossed with small dainty brown balls, which fell into a pattern that went from her head, all the way to her toes, it dangled only a few inches from the floor. It was sleeveless, and the top hugged her neckline just so.  Even though Catherine was creative, the belt must go, as this was indeed a maternity dress, I must say it looked spectacular!  The white flats that...