Dreams Of Shreds And Tatters (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
Hours past midnight she still sat curled on the sofa while he paced, picking at a mangy grey gum scar on the blue upholstery and breathing in the faint mustiness left by the dozens of people who’d sat there before her. If she kept her left hand still in her lap, she could almost ignore the pain. She couldn’t ignore the memory of the woman lunging at her, bearing her down. Sharp teeth closing in her flesh. Heat and pain and pooling blood. A dead woman’s flesh leaking across wet asphalt. Open the door . A shadow passed between her and the lamp and she flinched, but it was only Alex. By the way he looked down at her, one eyebrow cocked, she realized he must have spoken. “What?” His lips thinned. “I said, what was that woman talking about? You understood her.” His accent was thicker, the words too precise. She could smell the liquor filtering through his skin.
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