'… burned remaining parts secured an odd hug. Remains so weakened as to be recognizable simply by belongings, dental records and DNA, bodies known by, in reality adored by, the respondent, insensitively set ablaze trying to mask the genuine reason for their demises… '
Darkened bodies, secured a hug. Eliza's head on Pierce's chest, his hand around the handle of the mallet. My Eliza, her hair practically white against the tacky darkness. So my brain by turns disinfects, douses with sickening dread. My sister's hair would not have been white. A memory of my father streaks, paying attention to a play on his small remote in the kitchen, disclosing to me pictures were in every case better on the radio. I miss him so intensely then it harms.
'Dr Katherine, would you be able to clarify the situa
