Victor
My throat suddenly tightens as I hurry to leave Ian’s lifeless body on the bed. He is burning again, his skin flushed and covered in sweat, eyes moving behind his eyelids like he is having some kind of a bad dream.
I hurry to light the old gas lamp up and then go to dig out the old blanket from the cupboard I hid it in the last time I was here. It is an old cloth, smelling of dust and memories I don’t want. Closing my mind and heart, I shake the blanket a few times to get rid of the dust and any possible moths that might be hiding there. Thankfully, there aren’t any and I am able to cover Ian with it. It is f*****g June but the way he shivers makes it seem like he is freezing despite the warm night and the stale hot air inside the small one-room cabin.
I sit on the chair and take
