Heathens
Happens around him, but he’s not part of it.
I flipped the light switch in bursts of three. Off, on, off. On, off, on. I left myself with nothing but the sunlight. When I looked outside, everything seemed fine. Peaceful. If everything looked pretty outside, then ugly things didn’t happen. Not to this family. The ones around us, more ruthless and cruel could deal with it. I stared out the window, seeing that the world didn’t end. It wouldn’t end if I kept my promises.
Off. On. Off. Red tile. Then black tile. Back to red again. Don’t step on the branches. Only the flowers. Flowers are safe. On. Off. On.
Bab Populer