Everyone laughed at the creepy goth girl for keeping her eyes hidden beneath the hood of her black sweatshirt: until she lifted it and looked them strait in the eyes. Now she laughs at their frozen, terrified stone faces.
When I stood in front of the television they yelled “you’re not made of glass!”
I’m … not made of stone either.
The lady whose son almost drowned said “of course it was a mother’s worst nightmare”.
As soon as she said it I wondered if she had had that one with the box puppets, the creeping dark and the man rolling the stone across the endless cold marble.