I walk slowly across the apartment. My footsteps sound so heavy, it surprises me. It tells me I haven’t been paying…
“Oh, ducks!”
“Don’t look at the ducks.”
Sonja arched her eyebrow and smirked. “So, this is what you’re into?” She reclined, shouldering into the pillows cozily…
I slit my wrist carefully, across the tendons but without reaching them. I let the blood dribble down into my keyboard. Was that necessary? I didn’t know, but I thought I’d play it safe.
Arturo washed his hands for the third time this morning, wiped them dry upon his apron, and turned to…