disappear
Disappear! Piss off! John mouths with a matching hand gesture through the window, gripping a phone the same shade as his knuckles at two bored kids who have the audacity to say we’re hungry. He’d already made them a coffee and given them biscuits. It’s not a hotel you know.
Where to? Bec says quietly, she just wants to go to her room and play with her dolls.
It’s ok says Jim to Bec. It hasn’t been that long. Jim has lost all sense of time and reality anyway. He just feels angry.
The skipping rope joins in to play. The handle shattering the glass pane of the french door. Bec cries and runs off hoping the lemon tree will afford some camouflage. Jim grips the handle and waits for the confrontation. The phone hangs up. The locked door opens. He looks up.
He has his
