I wrote this one for a challenge. The parameters: a drabble, thriller/horror, must reference baseball.
He is dead and I killed him. Murderer. The big house. Don’t drop the soap.
It was his fault! If he’d just done what I asked him for the first time in his fucking existence!
Dispose of the body.
Tears blur everything. Why did he make me do it? I loved him. I loved him. Why?
Storm. I’d teased him about the name. But so like him. Mercurial, unpredictable. Beautiful.
Oh God! How can I function without my beloved, my broken BlackBerry®?