Challenge 3: Sweet Alice
Emerging from my 'net slumbering, I joined the merry drabbling band at me_and_thee_100 . . .
When Starsky kisses him, he kisses back, still. But six years on and Hutch knows they're only paying lip service.
Whatever they'd had before is gone. They share silence and a living space; that's all. Funny how comfortable it's gotten...
He'd once climbed a tree to investigate the locked room at his parents' house. A nursery---not his---its dollhouse quality both scary and sweet.
Alice blue and delicate pink throughout, faintly frosted with dust. Teddy bears in cellophane. A rocking chair.
An empty cradle...
Dead is dead, but there's better ways of dealing, Hutch decides, and grabs a suitcase.