That Sinking Feeling

By Kahina Bel Mer

I told Alice that I had a loving family; six beautiful dogs that kept my schizophrenic parents sane.

I think I loved Alice. I don’t know if she loved me back.

I didn’t want to know, do you get that feeling?

We were to have dinner at my parents’ house. She synced our calendars so I wouldn’t forget.

I stood above her empty bed that night with her swiss knife. I had put down “Murder Alice” as an event. No wonder she ran away.

I looked over my shoulder at the mirror and winked at Alice.

“Clever girl!” I whispered.