They didn’t know that the backwards hummingbirds weren’t parasitized or infected. They were burning, incandescent.
Maria gritted her dentures and twisted the corners of her mouth up into a tight grimace of a smile.
Laughter gave way to chewing. Even Gustave the hermit partook.
Maria fell out of herself for a while, just rested on the floor with the dust.
He burst into her room one day, apologizing for his giddiness, and for scaring the shit out of her.
Sleep would not come. Maria lay awake in her bed, replaying the killing blow, over and over, in her mind.
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