Over the Edge

By Laura Ware

Frankie loves his parents. But when he gets guilted into caring for them, it's not all sunshine and roses - more like depression and poop. In the end, something's gotta give. Will it be Frankie?

About the Author:
LAURA WARE’s column “Laura’s Look” runs weekly in the Highlands County News Sun. Along with her numerous epublished works she has sold several short stories to various publications; one appeared in a Pocket Books anthology. Laura lives in Central Florida.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JJ Press
• Release date: Dec 31, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301153268

Laura Ware

Laura Ware writes in a variety of genres. Her novels are mostly inspirational fiction, although she is currently working on a fantasy series as well. Her short fiction ranges from mainstream to fantasy/science fiction and several things in between. Her stories have been published in a number of Fiction River anthologies, including Past Crime, Last Stand, Editor’s Choice and Feel the Fear. Laura also writes a weekly column for the Highlands News-Sun and her essay “Touched by an Angel” was published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Random Acts of Kindness in 2017.

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OVER THE EDGE

Laura Ware

Includes an excerpt from Laura Ware’s novel THE SILENT WITNESS

OVER THE EDGE

THE SILENT WITNESS

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Over the Edge Copyright © 2012 by Laura Ware

The Silent Witness Copyright © 2012 by Laura Ware

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Smashwords edition. All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction, in whole or in part in any form. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Most guys who up and kill their parents probably have horrible stories to tell, right? You know, stories about how their old man beat them senseless or Mommy locked ‘em in a closet for hours at a time. In other words, the folks were nasty pieces of work who deserved what they got, right?

Well, I can’t claim that exactly. I’m not saying I had a storybook childhood but it wasn’t awful either. We were the typical family you’d find in any number of suburbs in the good old U S of A; bikes on the front lawn, cookouts on the weekends, week’s vacation at the beach or Disneyworld.

My folks were good people. Dad went out and made the living. Mom stayed home and baked cookies. Yeah, I know people think that’s stupid today but lemme tell you my brothers and sisters and I appreciated it.

So about now you’re wondering, is this guy saying he murdered his parents? And now he’s trying to explain himself?

Well, yeah – and no. I know, it doesn’t make a lot of sense. Let me explain.

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About five years ago, Pop started forgetting things. Unimportant things, like why he came into a room, or what he had for dinner the night before. But then it got more serious. One day he was driving into town and not only did he forget what he was going to the store for, he forgot his address. The cop who brought him home told Mom to get him to a doctor, and hide the car keys.

Turns out Pop had Alzheimer’s. As if the universe hadn’t hit him hard enough, he had a stroke two years later that made walking next to impossible. He spent most of the day in bed, like a big baby. Complete with diapers.

Mom told us not to worry, she could handle things. Me and the siblings learned real fast that she was lying. The way Mom handled things was to let the house go to pot