The bang in the study was late tonight. It is usually midnight when I hear that crack in the corner of the room. It was later than that as I sat on the bed waiting for the noise.
When it came it echoed strangely in my head. It took me back to when it started.
Her skull was more fragile than you would have thought. Who would have believed that there could have been so much blood.
When I open my eyes and see her again I lick my lips. I see her again. And the corner says ‘broken, broken, broken.’