David’s hand trembled as he poured the Ballantines over the ice. He drank it in a single pull and refilled his glass, wincing at the burning fortification. David ignored Melanie’s lifeless eyes staring at him and picked up the shovel.
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Amy wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and flushed the toilet quickly before her mother asked questions.
“Eyes up, soldier,” she said and I did.
Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass.
I can’t find the time to write.
