Peeling off the wallpaper had been so satisfying that Susan had been unable to stop, peeling the walls back to bare beams. Still not satisfied, she began picking at her calluses.
It shouldn’t have still been dark when his alarm went off, but when Michael looked out the window there was no light shining through. Only once he turned on the bedroom light did he see the shifting, smittering swarm of wings, legs and stingers pressed against the thin glass.
Dana had told her boyfriend that if he punched another hole in the wall, she would leave him. As she patched up the plaster, she reminded the bound figure on the other side that she never said she’d leave him for anyone to find.
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