The Lion, The Lamb, The Hunted: A Psychological Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
We didn’t celebrate them, and to me they seemed like a big party I was never invited to, a time when everyone else got to have fun. The decorations, the music—all of it—seemed so foreign to me, accentuating my feelings of inadequacy and loneliness. “I hate the holidays,” my mother would grumble as we navigated the crowds. “Just a bunch of people getting in my way. Carnal pigs feeding at the trough of material wealth.” But I wanted to feed there too. I wanted to experience what everyone else did. It was Christmas Eve. In one of her manic moods, mother suddenly decided she wanted to paint the bathrooms. As in: it couldn’t wait until morning. As in: we needed to go to Wallace’s Discount Mart right that moment. “And don’t go wandering off to the toy department, either,” she said as we walked through the parking lot. “If you’re not with me when I’m ready to go, I’ll leave you here.” Inside, colorful blinking lights reflected off silvery tinsel. A fresh piney scent mixed with the smell of hot buttery popcorn, filling the air.
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