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Hollowmark and Lovelace 7Chapter Seven:
January 11th: Upstairs
The floorboards creaked ominously as we navigated around the holes. Some were smaller than a golf ball, but others could have easily let an encyclopedia through. Either to brag wordlessly or to make the going easier on us livies, Joseph went right through the middle of the hall, where the floor was in the worst condition. I gripped the banister and made my way very slowly. I hardly dared so much as check on Dannon's progress.
If I had made the mistake of offering assistance, he almost certainly would have bitten my hand off at the wrist. I could hear him swearing under his breath, along with a few bizarrely worded prayers that seemed to be cursing God rather than requesting aide.
As we neared the nursery door, I began to wonder if vomiting onto the ground floor would have any effect on the stability of the second. I had a weak stomach at the best of times, and right now was as
Hollowmark and Lovelace 6Chapter Six:
January 11th: Indoors
I thought of offering to help Dannon over the large hole in the porch, but it seemed wisest not to. He gauged the distance, took in the worm-eaten pet corpse, then carefully found a way around the mess. I waited patiently in the living room, scanning the place for things I might have missed before.
"Say what you want, I do not like this."
"No one expects you to, Joseph. Rather the opposite."
"Easy for you to be glib about it," he snapped. He was too serious, though. Practically afraid.
I moved farther into the room, keeping an eye on Dannon, who appeared to be finding his own way into things. He was already heading for the closet. Carefully, like a small child testing his mother's eyesight regarding the cookie jar.
And like said mother, I shook my head and held up a hand. "Wait a minute." You'll spoil your dinner, ha ha. He
Hollowmark and Lovelace 5Chapter Five:
January 11th (Mid-morning): Figures
It was nearly half past eight when I woke up. The pillow was soaked from my late-night/early-morning shower, the smell of shampoo wrapped around my head like a thick envelope. As I tugged myself upright, I felt as if my head stayed down.
"What is it you said your mother called you on days like this? Mr. Mugwort?"
"Muggins. It was Mr. Muggins." I rubbed my eyes and then stared at Joseph's empty bed. He was in here, he'd just spoken. Why couldn't I see him? "I was five, I think "
I turned towards the sound, but the only thing I could see was the wall. This was starting to get well, scary, if it must be said. "Where are you?"
He snorted, or at least I thought he had. "What? Can't see me?"
"No, I can't. Stop hiding." He had to be hiding. I'd been seeing
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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