was foaming. Soundless white bubbles dripped from his chin. The froth-like shaving foam covered his mouth. He shook his rigid body, ankles to neck, as straight as scaffolding. He then rolled across the sofa, back and forth, then folding in two a birthday card packed away for memories. Then, rolling onto the carpet, blood bubbled and dripped from his wide-open eyes.

 

Tulip studied her thumb's blister and grinned. She shook her grey and black hair as she settled. The racket of ambulance and police alarms failed to disturb her sleep.

 

The END

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