Chapter Seven She entered to dull green carpets, beige wood shelves lined with books shining under harsh fluorescent light. Tables with slim wood and metal chairs lay scattered around the room. All in all, it looked like a public library – the dull modern sort. It even had the ancient computers sitting in a corner, […]Read more "Chapter Seven"
God damn Vivien. God damn her. It was uncomfortably warm, the wet heat of summer’s eve. She was soaked in it, sweat pooling in her armpits and back and the creases of her fucking eyelids. God damn summer. God damn sun. God damn Vivien. And god damn these crowds. Why were there so many people […]Read more "Chapter Six"
Viv was, somehow, not surprised to see Paul standing there. After everything that had just happened it wasn’t exciting. She brushed at her jacket. The cuts in her hands had vanished alongside the hole in her head, and from the feel of it her feet had healed up as well. She summoned up just enough […]Read more "Chapter Five"
The street was cold, the sky the eggshell blue of a freezing day. Wisps of cloud lay drizzled on the horizon, and through them the pale glow of the sun stared implacable onto the roads still lit by the thinning orange haze of streetlights. Viv jogged down the street – the tracksuit was warm, though […]Read more "Chapter Four"
Viv stared at the knife. It lay there, almost innocuous. Shining. It was definitely a bread knife, scalloped along one edge. Viv thought she could see an obstinate bread crumb trapped in one serration. Andy’s retching had died down, but Viv’s ears were filled with such white noise that she didn’t even notice. Paul hadn’t […]Read more "Chapter Three"