..."I heard broken glass cutting into flesh. There was blood on the floor.The pieces of broken glass unkindly cut at her knees, her legs and her hands. She wailed as she looked at her hands, blood running like thin crimson rivers down her arms.
"Who is this person, Jeanna?" She reached for the photograph, palm right smack on the man's face, now all bloodied. "Goddamnit, I demand to know who this is!"
"No one," she yelled. "No one!"
"But you're crying because of him. Why?" I thought of the "boyfriend from another lifetime who had died"; at least that's what she had always told me. What was his name? Erick? Jandrick?
@westcoastwallis - thank you, paula. any more exhibits we can go to? :-)
@cheribug - we are all weird in our own little ways, my dear. :-) you are so funny. thank you, cheryl.
@henrir - thank you, henri.
@monaalta - thank you, alta.
@mara19500 - thank you, mara.
@678tabby - thank you, june.
@claireuk - thank you, claire.
@nadaa - thank you, nada.
@olivetreeann - hahaha! i was never into lava lamps; i always thought they were horrendous decors. thank you, ann.