Morning is Dead
“Mirabel stood up and walked toward it.
“Are you Ms. Blue?”
Mirabel shook her head and motioned toward April, who was still seated. “I’ll just hop out for a sec,” she said and disappeared into the ocean of fluorescence.
“Ms. Blue. I’m Detective Wilson Fouquette. Wilson. Do you mind if I close this?”
“Go ahead.” April had a hard time making the words come out of her mouth. They wanted to get stuck in her scratchy throat.
The man shut the door. He wore a suit but she couldn’t tell if it was black ...or blue or brown.
“Do you mind if I turn a light on?”
“Go ahead.”
He turned the light on and it stung April’s eyes. He was tall and slender with short black hair and an angular face. He carried a bunch of flowers in his right hand. He sat them on the table beside Alvin’s bed.
He came to sit down next to her and April had the feeling she was locked in a room with a rapist or a vampire.MoreLess
“Are you Ms. Blue?”
Mirabel shook her head and motioned toward April, who was still seated. “I’ll just hop out for a sec,” she said and disappeared into the ocean of fluorescence.
“Ms. Blue. I’m Detective Wilson Fouquette. Wilson. Do you mind if I close this?”
“Go ahead.” April had a hard time making the words come out of her mouth. They wanted to get stuck in her scratchy throat.
The man shut the door. He wore a suit but she couldn’t tell if it was black ...or blue or brown.
“Do you mind if I turn a light on?”
“Go ahead.”
He turned the light on and it stung April’s eyes. He was tall and slender with short black hair and an angular face. He carried a bunch of flowers in his right hand. He sat them on the table beside Alvin’s bed.
He came to sit down next to her and April had the feeling she was locked in a room with a rapist or a vampire.MoreLess
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