Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. I have never spoken of these things to any human being. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. “When one is happy—I don’t like to think of them. I’ve never wanted to get away so much.
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