Nine
The sirens blurred like they always do and she waited on the sidewalk as they carried out Dolmen’s body. She sat down on the curb and began to cry. It might have been a show, it might have been real, there was no way to tell anymore. She decided that she might like to paint the way the lights looked, shining through her neighbor’s car windows onto their grass. She began to cry in spasms as the police officer approached. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean it,”
“I understand, ma’am. Please come with me.”
“Will he be okay?”
“I’m afraid not, ma’am,”
“What am I going to do?”
“Please, ma’am. You’ve been beaten and you might have a concussion,”
“But I loved him so much!”
“This way, please,”
***
The cop slid the coffee over to her and she inadvertently winked. He took this as an openi
