Should Have Killed the Kid
“Hour after hour as they ate up the miles. It gave him ample time to replay the callous murder over in his mind.Over and over and over, Sally convulsed as she bled out on the furniture.The bitter taste of vomit tickled the back of his throat when he looked down at the two jars nestled on his lap. Old Kraft mayonnaise jars that Marge had collected from the kitchen – though it definitely wasn't that condiment that sloshed about inside. Depending on the angle, it either looked like sunshine or like blood. Dave felt the bitter in his throat grow as he watched the liquid dance between the two states.A life gone for what? he asked himself as he fingered the two bits of masking tapes affixed as temporary labels. All that remains of Sally... Dave read over Marge's hurried scrawl. The jar on the left read "shield". The one on the right "bomb". ..A couple of jars that may or may not be useful...The thought made his brain want to melt and Dave quickly looked away.Marge's words in the aftermath st...ill rang in his ears.MoreLess
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