The empty garden was made more beautiful with the presence of his friends. Separation had made them fonder in his eyes, and not that they were here, they couldn’t stop talking. Back and forth; it was like a dance.
A minute later, he was reminded he was alone in the room, hoping for what had already been lost. He stopped staring at the wall and switched on the television.
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“Chaos. When you can’t wake up before 9 but college starts at 7. When you want Coke but get Pepsi. When there’s no Maggi. When you run out of [characters]”
“The wife’s skull cracked open. Brains everywhere. He felt bliss.”
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Toy car in one hand, biscuit in another, he walked into the barn.
The stench of blood filled his young nostrils.
“Do it,” said his father, holding a gun in his right hand, sprawled across the floor, his chest bleeding out.
He finished the biscuit.
The gunshot alerted their dog.