Samantha Lucero – another chapter in the dark tale, with howling
Everything was a different color than it should be when the world began to exist without Miranda. In the filthy mouth of his blighted room, which he had torn apart with rage, he was like a chewed piece of gum. He’d wadded himself in rancid blankets despite the heat to torment himself into comprehending what she had gone through; a pathetic fantasy of her last moments.
He’d gazed without blinking for so long at the water stains spreading in the sepia pits of his room from the leaking A/C, inexpertly self-installed, that he was convinced he’d seen the powdery green fingers of the spotty mildew unfurl in slow millimeters.
And then, all of a sudden he knew what had happened. The realization made the sweat covering his body freeze.
He’d flung his door open with a snarl and the wood whimpered. MOTHER, he’d bellowed, what’d you do to her?
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