Hear?

At first, Richard seemed okay.

Funny and kind

and not (in)sane

until

the murders—

here

there

even Mikey’s Garage.

He got life

w/o parole

E scaped

Now

he lives in my attic.

Richard watches me.

Listen.

Hear him watching?

C’mon, Listen.

Hear?

Category: Flash Fiction    

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