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The woman stands in the downpour without a coat. Clothes plastered to her skinny frame. Hair rat-tailed about a face, smudged with cheap mascara.
A movement draws my gaze to her hand.
A gun. Barrel slick with rain. 'I can't let you have him.' she says and pulls the trigger.
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'There's blood on your lip.'
Dad goes still, then forces a smile. 'Shaving accident.'
I want to believe him.
But there's a red, bloody smear on the cellar door too, this morning.
He's getting sloppy. Becoming obvious.
'You need to be more careful, Dad.' I say, staring.
'I will.'
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No, no, no. Thank YOU! 😀