Saturday, 28 September 2013

Requests in Haste

The results of her outburst were a shattered glass coffee table and a silence broken only by the ticking grandfather clock in the corner.

After a few clearly marked seconds, I turned.

“Well if you’re not going to get the broom…” I muttered.

“THAT’S MY FUCKING POINT! I’m so sick of not getting anything from you! All I want is some fucking emotional depth! Just once could you react emotionally and not just coldly deduce-“

The results of my outburst were a woman with a broken neck, and a silence broken only by the ticking grandfather clock in the corner.

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