MicroHorror

Mark was seventeen when he learned to control his special ability and used his unique skill to smother his father as the sperm donor slept one winter afternoon in ‘87.

Seen drunk around town as usual the night he was discovered dead, the sheriff and the coroner figured Mark’s idiotic pop somehow managed to sleep with his face buried in his pillows. His father’s death pretty much put an end to unnecessary grief in Mark’s life. Until Mark’s wife decided she wanted a divorce on their son’s second birthday.

Unlike his father, Mark was a good daddy. But now, Susan wanted sole custody of their toddler son, Timmy.

After being served with papers from his soon-to-be ex’s lawyer, Mark went to Susan’s to protest her latest ploy and was arrested for violating her restraining order.

He hadn’t done his thing on purpose for about six months, but Mark remained confident in his skill.

Appearing asleep on his jail cell cot, he coaxed his essence forward. Through mere thought, an onyx shadow rose from Mark’s body. Freed of the confinement of flesh and bone, Mark floated, unseen, out of the county jail and toward Susan’s house.

He might as well make use of his perfect alibi.