He sat across from her at the breakfast table with his head down. He carefully spooned oatmeal into his mouth, chewing even though he didn't need to, and watched the older woman behind her. His eyes followed each movement like a lion watching a gazelle, and he ate. His silence was beginning to give her a weird feeling and she tried to get his attention by dipping two fingers in her glass of water and flicking them at him. He blinked, but that was all.
The sound of something dropping with a disgusting splat and cracking sound, jerked her attention from him momentarily. There were eggs on the floor to her right. The older woman was down on her knees picking up the shells, trying to scoop up the yolks. When she looked back at him, a satisfied expression adorned his face. He had been careful to set the eggs just so, right on the edge, ready to fall off the shelf when the fridge door swung open. Success and triumph gleamed in his eyes.
'You're sick.' She mouthed at him.
His answering smile chilled her down to the bone.
'I know.' |
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