The Perils of Pond Scum
Two minutes after it happened, I wasn't sure it had. I could see the glass on the door from the broken picture, I could feel the throb in the back of my head where it had snapped into the wall, but I could also see and feel Jeffrey, his face contorted with shock, his hand trembling as it touched my face.
"My God, Hannah, look at us. Do you see what you've done? Is this how you want it?"
I pushed his hand away, trying to focus. What had
I done? I had walked into the dark apartment. My apartment. Jeffrey's voice had come at me. Where have you been?
I'd reached for the light, but something had kept...