35 The Copper Smell
After we leave Thom in the road, merging into blackness; we stop by the bedsit. I tell Michael to wait in the car, his blood drying and cracked, and make my way inside.
I have to knock on the landlord’s door and ask him to let me in, saying I have lost my key. Thankfully he is so drunk he can’t even climb the stairs, so he is forced to lend me his keys and leave me grope-free on this occasion. He asks me to return them when I’ve finished.
The lock opens with a c***k, adding sound effects to my desertion. If I’d had the choice, I’d never have come back so count yourself lucky, I chide the door. Then I toss the thought away with a quick shimmy of my head. It’s exactly that kind of thought that made me crazy in the first place…
The room is dark inside, so to avoid sur
