TITLE: Practically Forever
GENRE: Young Adult Paranormal
Harold looks the same dead as he did alive—except for the near-decapitation thing.
I slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing, or maybe even humming along to an old camp song that's found its way into my own fully attached head. The shin bone's connected to the— Mom pulls me away from the sidewalk, trying to get me back to the curb. It's not funny. I know that even as I'm being dragged away, the laughter finally spilling out of me in loud bursts while men and women in blue with shiny gold badges look at me as though I've lost my mind. Maybe I have. Harold lost his a long time ago. Lost his mind and then his head. Might have been better for him if it had been the other way around.
"It's okay, Tiney," Mom keeps saying as she smoothes her fine blond hair away from her face. She hasn't cried yet, and I figure she's talking to herself as much as to me. I feel her shaking, our backs to the café and the blood and the late-night looky-lous.
My laughter is more like hiccupping now, and I feel like I'm going to throw up, which I guess is better than crying. But I'm not going to be on the news like this, some wuss of a vomiting, bawling sixteen-year-old kid who found a body outside her mom's restaurant at 1 o'clock in the morning. And not just any body.