Crossed Out
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He stopped. “You think so?”
“Well, we won’t know unless we look.” I took his hand and entered the room.
The blinds were shut, casting shadows in the room. I caught a whiff of lavender powder, similar to the scent my own Grandma Stewart wore.
Creak.
The sudden sound in the far corner of the room caused my heart to miss a beat. I glanced over and saw an old woman sitting in a rocker, a pillow behind her head. She smiled.
Deep lines surrounded her light blue eyes. Funny, she didn’t look drugged out. I saw Dylan in her smile. A calm presence surrounded her.
“Grandma?” Dylan gulped, clasping my hand tighter. “You okay?”
“I’ve been expecting you two.” Grandma Kate stopped rocking and motioned us forward. “What took you so long?”
Author’s Biography
Kim Baccellia has always been a sucker for the paranormal. She blames it on her families’ love for such things such as having picnics at cemeteries, visiting psychics, and reading her mother’s copies of the daily horoscope. She even had her own horoscope column in middle school, which was a big hit!
Kim’s other works include the poem, “My Father”, which appears in the anthology Mind Mutations, published by The Sun Rising Press. Her essay about the adoption of her son, Finally, Our Turn, appeared in Adoptive Families magazine. Her YA multicultural fantasy, Earrings of Ixtumea, is published by Virtual Tales and available now at Amazon.
A member of SCBWI, Kim is currently writing the sequel to CROSSED OUT. She’s also putting the finishing touches on an upper MG fantasy No Goddesses Allowed. She lives in Southern California with her husband and son.