Bone Deep

Bone Deep
by J. S. Arquin

“More coffee, darling?”

John bit back a snarl. More coffee on an empty stomach and he’d start chewing on the walls.

Bea hummed about the kitchen, nimbly washing and drying the dishes. Her right eye reflected the morning sunlight in a rainbow sheen. Her left eye stared blindly, a multifaceted orb, milky and opaque.

Every morning, she popped out of bed with a smile on her face, bubbly and talkative. When they first met, John thought it was cute. Now, it made him want to disembowel small children.

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