The street lamp came on then, and I could see the man on the ground a little more clearly. He wouldn’t die of a little flu. The living room was dark, too, and I thought that was odd, because Helen didn’t like the dark. Dorothy didn’t have bruises, at least not ones I could see but it was clear she didn’t like her father. I had given little thought to the sorrows of others.

Source: Daily Sun September 03, 2023 14:17 UTC