Klempner
I wish I could sleep properly.
With nothing to do… No physical activity… No plans to make… Deeds to dwell on…
Time simply passes…
The only thing that changes is Juliana’s corpse. Already bloated, it doesn’t improve. By some twisted freak of fate, the water dumped her to sit up; propped against the concrete wall, the head lolling grotesquely sidelong on the neck, but still facing me. I’d like to drop the body back into the water so that I at least don’t have to look at it. But true to form, Juliana’s chosen to place herself out of my reach.
If I want to sit as comfortably as I’m able, propped back myself against the wall, I have no choice but to face her: my Nemesis, looking like something from a low-budget zombie movie. Face and body already half-dissolved in their own rot, s
