Lost Girl
“A tired, so tired, father. An idiot with a spray can and a gun. A fool in a land of monsters, who took up arms and became a clown.
Lying on the bed, the spent muscles in the father’s legs thumped with aftershocks. Furnace heat swelled from the baked and dusty ground outside the hotel and beat against its steel, glass and oven bricks.
The gun rested on the bed beside his knee, taunting him with estimations of his future: the years that must now be spent in a stifling prison. Unable to st...and the sight of it, he used what little of his strength remained to zip the handgun inside the rucksack. Using a foot, he pushed the bag to the bottom of the mattress.
As soon as he’d returned to his room, he’d surrendered to his body’s desire for stillness and for fuller assessments of damage sustained. Morning’s searing light had already revealed torn trousers and bloodied knees, collected in the rout, and his forearms were blotted by cuts and striped with scratches.MoreLess
Lying on the bed, the spent muscles in the father’s legs thumped with aftershocks. Furnace heat swelled from the baked and dusty ground outside the hotel and beat against its steel, glass and oven bricks.
The gun rested on the bed beside his knee, taunting him with estimations of his future: the years that must now be spent in a stifling prison. Unable to st...and the sight of it, he used what little of his strength remained to zip the handgun inside the rucksack. Using a foot, he pushed the bag to the bottom of the mattress.
As soon as he’d returned to his room, he’d surrendered to his body’s desire for stillness and for fuller assessments of damage sustained. Morning’s searing light had already revealed torn trousers and bloodied knees, collected in the rout, and his forearms were blotted by cuts and striped with scratches.MoreLess
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