Mirror
“Mrs Capelli said she hadn’t heard a sound. ‘There was some scratching, that’s all, but it was probably the squirrels, burrowing through the trash.’ Martin went quietly upstairs, let himself in, and then tiptoed along the hallway to the sitting room door. Boofuls was still huddled up on the sofa, breathing deeply, although there was an odd burning smell in the room, as if somebody had been trying to set fire to feathers or horsehair.
Boofuls was breathing deeply and regularly, and when Martin came up close to tuck him in, he remained pale-faced and still, sleeping a dreamless sleep; the sleep of those for whom reality is back to front, and who are ultimately damned.
‘My name is Legion; for we are many.’ Martin looked at the mirror. He could see himself standing in the narrow band of light that crossed the room from the open door. He looked sweaty and exhausted. He wondered how the hell he had managed to get himself into all this.
He went up close to the mirror and leaned to one side, s...till trying to see through the sitting room door to the world where everything was different.MoreLess
Boofuls was breathing deeply and regularly, and when Martin came up close to tuck him in, he remained pale-faced and still, sleeping a dreamless sleep; the sleep of those for whom reality is back to front, and who are ultimately damned.
‘My name is Legion; for we are many.’ Martin looked at the mirror. He could see himself standing in the narrow band of light that crossed the room from the open door. He looked sweaty and exhausted. He wondered how the hell he had managed to get himself into all this.
He went up close to the mirror and leaned to one side, s...till trying to see through the sitting room door to the world where everything was different.MoreLess
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