![]() ![]() ![]() “Father’s in the sitting room.” It was difficult to say anything else. “I thought he looked hurt but I wasn’t sure how badly until I got close,” I said. “Who is?” Bridget’s face, prickly with confusion. “He’s in the sitting room.” I pointed through thick, wallpapered walls. Someone’s killed Father.” I wiped my hand across my mouth, licked my teeth.īridget came down, brought with her the smell of decayed meaty-meat. I walked out of the room, closed the door behind me, and made my way to the back stairs, shouted once more to Bridget, “Quickly. My heart beat nightmares, gallop, gallop, as I looked at Father again, watched blood river down his neck and disappear into suit cloth. I wiped my hand across my mouth, tasted blood. I touched his bleeding hand, how long does it take for a body to become cold? and leaned closer to his face, tried to make eye contact, waited to see if he might blink, might recognize me. “Daddy,” I had said, “I’m giving this to you because I love you.” He had smiled and kissed my forehead. ![]() I gave him that ring for his birthday when I no longer wanted it. I looked at Father, the way hands clutched to thighs, the way the little gold ring on his pinkie finger sat like a sun. I yelled, “Someone’s killed Father.” I breathed in kerosene air, licked the thickness from my teeth. ![]()
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