The Last Word…
I feel the pages above me ripped from their spine. Where have they flown? A crackle; a dashing flash of red and orange on the ceiling above me. My velum breathes in the draft. A dark shadow now covers me.
I see the face, drawing into focus.
NO.
NOT ETHAN.
Not the face I was expecting. He cannot hear my scream.
I’ve lain here in wait for so long. For ADAM, not YOU!
I see the flash of fire in the angry eyes. They grow darker as that fire burns.
