By Guy N. Smith
One guy merely observed them and him they killed, hunted him down in the course of the dense reed beds, trapped him, drove him mad with terror ahead of they pulled him to items and ate each bloodied shred of his physique. after which it was once quiet back - for a short time, until eventually they got here ashore back. On that vacation seashore there have been countless numbers of fellows, ladies and youngsters. meals!
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Not the feeling of the house or even of Emma standing out in the hall. It was more like the warm, anxious rush of playing for a stranger. When I took the headphones off and went to the window, though, the backyard was empty. More time had passed than I’d realized and it was starting to get dark. I stared out at the lawn and the bushes, but it was ridiculous to think that someone had been listening. Completely ludicrous, when I was sitting there with the sound ﬁltering through my headphones. I sat back down on the edge of the bed with the Gibson 25 Brenna Yovanoff propped across my knees and played a walking bass line that peaked and dropped and grew until I could feel it in my own heartbeat.
From the ﬂoor, the amp hummed softly in the gloom and I felt hazy and numb. Outside, the sky was dark. The house was very bright, which meant my dad was home. He has this thing for electric lights. If a switch can be ﬂipped, he’ll ﬂip it. When I stepped out onto the landing, I had to shut my eyes against the glare. “Malcolm,” he called from the kitchen. ” I went downstairs, blinking and shading my eyes with my hand. He was at the table, and I could tell from his expression and his necktie that he’d just gotten back from the church.
He stood against the counter while I washed my face and avoided looking at my reﬂection. I nodded and turned off the faucet. ” I wiped my mouth with a paper towel and didn’t look at him. ” My voice sounded hoarse, almost a whisper. “This isn’t funny,” he said. “Do you think you should maybe go home? If you went easier on yourself, maybe—” Then he just stopped talking. I jammed the paper towel in the trash and reached for another. He came up behind me. ” When I turned to face him, he was staring down at me.