Chapter Five
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BlueSomething about the colour blue had always evoked a sense of emptiness. Blue always reflected my mood. Being surrounded by walls, curtains drawn back, ceiling and floor all flickering in subtlest shades of neon, whilst seeing Linka tinged by that same emptiness, saddened me beyond words. Blue took a deeper meaning then.
Linka never stirred, nor once acknowledged my presence. She sat there catatonic.
I slid the envelope from her hand, sat beside her and allowed the thing to disgorge its contents. A rather grubby looking sheet of paper fell into my palm like a dead weight.
Dear Jean;
We find ourselves in the surprising situation where those we wished terminated are. No thanks to you, though. This has left us in the odd situation where we could either thank you and
