a Special excerpt

The Blanking Bride

    “Nicole?”

    No response. I touched her arm and again called her name.

    She looked at me. Blankly.

    “Are you okay?” I asked.

    “Who are you?” she asked.

    “Hank. Dr. Lawson. We met earlier.”

    She stared at me for a beat, but said nothing.

    “I’m your grandmother’s doctor. Remember?”

    No response. She glanced at Jill and then turned her eyes back toward me. “Why are you here?”

    Now I was getting concerned. “Your party.”

    “Party?” Her gaze moved up again, toward the night sky.

    Now I grabbed her arm and gave it a shake. “Nicole?”

    She looked at me, her face expressionless, her pupil’s slightly dilated but no more so than would be expected on a dark night.

    “Who are you?”