Taunt!
Dude. I have not taunted josephides in ages.
"I hated you."
It's the first sound in the room for hours and only now does Sam look up from the sweater she folds, refolds ten times over. Her fingers knead the soft wool. It was Janet's favorite.
Cassie huddles in the middle of the bed, fingers worrying a loose button on one of the shirts scattered around her.
Sam tries to remember when Janet bought the grey angora. Two, no, three years ago. After her birthday and a little too much wine a little too early in the day.
"Sometimes I still do."
She is small, so small. Clinging to Sam in a dark cold room hundreds of feet down, fingers tight in Sam's hair.
Sam folds the sweater again.
"I hated you."
It's the first sound in the room for hours and only now does Sam look up from the sweater she folds, refolds ten times over. Her fingers knead the soft wool. It was Janet's favorite.
Cassie huddles in the middle of the bed, fingers worrying a loose button on one of the shirts scattered around her.
Sam tries to remember when Janet bought the grey angora. Two, no, three years ago. After her birthday and a little too much wine a little too early in the day.
"Sometimes I still do."
She is small, so small. Clinging to Sam in a dark cold room hundreds of feet down, fingers tight in Sam's hair.
Sam folds the sweater again.