Stillness held her in the vacuum that was her cage of unspeakable terror. He couldn’t be dead. That wasn’t in the story. Then again, the stolen car, the drugs, the lies and stalking, that wasn’t part of the story either. The little body in her arms was growing cold, getting stiff, she had to do something, there had to be an antidote so her baby didn’t become the toll for vanity, power, hate.
The vacuum answered. Breathe puffs into the ear. She did, and heard the spine crack.
"Oh, God, no", she said, "no!"
Time stopped. Then, his eyes fluttered.
The vacuum answered. Breathe puffs into the ear. She did, and heard the spine crack.
"Oh, God, no", she said, "no!"
Time stopped. Then, his eyes fluttered.
