Queen
A hiss of air, like a tyre deflating, catches me off guard and I almost have a heart attack.
Lars’ body has crumbled into a mummy like mess. My mouth falls open in shock, but, glancing at the others, they haven’t noticed. I will the screech to remain trapped in my throat and not bring attention to us.
My vision blurs with tears, and I whisper ‘sorry’ repeatedly in the direction of Lars’ desiccated corpse.
I’m now only a few feet from Carlotta – her face begins to turn grey, and her teeth expose as she loses control of her emotions.