Truth Dare Kill
“The woman is lying face down. Blood oozing from the back of her head and gathering in a pool below it. Theres another pool under her hips. Im holding a bayonet. Red drips from it and from my hands. The blood feels hot and slick. Im pleading with her not to lie in the blood. That shell get cold. And then I hear the running feetI got up and made some tea and had a fag to calm me down. It was nearly light anyway. So I sat and watched the winter sun edge up over the rooftops. It didnt warm me.... I shouldnt follow the stuff in the newspapers. I certainly shouldnt go on a sodding tour of inspection. Serves me right for being a ghoul. With a brain as precarious as mine, I need to avoid inflammatory situations.I decided to cook some porridge, a comfort food that reminded me of home and my mother. It was also cheap. I was on the point of excavating the grey lava from the bottom of the pot when a little voice took me unawares and banished my night time blues.Knock, knock. Is there enough for two? Val said.I was inexplicably happy to see her beaming face, and grinned at her.MoreLess
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