Funny how a three storey house can feel so small. The silence was a deafening thudding in my ears and no matter how many curtains I pulled open my shadows still followed me. I thought about how she had been here, how he had allowed HER into our home.
And suddenly it wasn't my home and I wanted to be far away from it all.
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I took brioche and tea and sat on a bench in the park and watched people walk by. I stared so long and hard at these ants marching past that my tea went cold and the brioche went untouched.
I fed it to the pigeons. Everyone seems to hate them. Flying rats who carry disease. But humans carry more disease and they get to eat.
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