(TWENTY-NINE) A Song to Dismember Me By

Fantasmagoria

Jack watched Lette brush her white hair next to him in the bed. “You’re not going to dismember me now, are you?” The light of morning crept in from the window. Gilbert had to be good and gone by now.

“Don’t worry.” She tossed her head back and threw the brush away. “I just had a bath.”

“What does that mean?”

Lette smiled and stretched thick, black lips acr…