AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th

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     I started crying, and she came    
over to give me a hug.                 
     “I’m sorry Mommy,” I blubbered and
tried to hold her tight. “Please, don’t
ever leave me Mommy, never, ever,      
forever.”                              
     She hugged me tighter, and then   
wiped my tears away.                   
     “How could I ever leave my Little 
Criminal? I love you more than I do    
Daddy, but don’t tell him that, ok?”   
she said, and then held her pinkie out.
     As I wrapped my pinkie around     
hers, I had to laugh, because Daddy was
standing right there laughing right    
along with us.                         
     We shook pinkies and said togeth- 
er, “Never, ever, forever, I promise.” 
     Then,  thirteen years later,      
forever came.                          
     It all started while I was at     
home, having another of my awesome fan-
tasy festivals. After our talk, I stop-
ped fantasizing about my parents, but  
not about anything else. It was just   
way too much fun.                      
     I’d be watching TV, reading a     
book, driving by a billboard, or any-  
thing really, and something would set  
me off. Sometimes it’d be just a name, 
description, or a single word, and be- 
fore I knew it, I’d be charbroiling    
people in my head.                     
     Not to eat, but just to watch     
cook, really long and slow, and always 
with a twist. Instead of from the out- 
side, I’d charbroil them from the in-  
side, while opera blared loud enough to
make their ears bleed, and then pop.   
     Sometimes, they’d just kick start 
themselves up, and I almost always went
along for the ride.                    
     That day, I was in the middle of  
charbroiling people, when my Mom and   
Dad stopped by to see if I wanted some 
chicken, and no, this isn’t gonna turn 
into a story about me cooking my       
parents.                               
     This is about the day my parents  
died, but not that way.                
     Anyway, they actually dropped by  
like that a lot. Not to see if I wanted
chicken, or to check up on me, but     
mostly because they just wanted my     
opinion on some kind of debate they    
were having.                           
     It’s what they did instead of     
scream and holler, or worse, hit each  
other.                                 



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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th
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