“We killed our family.” Fiona accepted the food with a smile. “My parents, my grandparents and all my siblings.”
“Lovely.”
I slept on piled couch cushions alone in the corner and woke up as the sun stretched its warm rays. I also woke up to moaning.
Fred laid naked while Fiona, also naked, rode on top of him.
I cleared my throat to alert them that I was awake.
They didn’t mind, continuing with their morning delight. In prison I had witnessed more public love making than a zoo’s breeding program. I supposed there were not many private places in a prison and so these people were accustomed to their situation.
“Excuse me.” I stood up, stretching. “I thought you were uncle and niece?”
“We are,” they both said.
The nice incest couple had coffee.
They also had gallons of water and lavender soap.
I washed myself until I smelled of spring and laundered my dress, hanging it over the window to dry and padded around in my matching Pearla lingerie set. Perhaps it was because I was so wonderfully alive and un-raped and un-mutilated and freshly bathed that somehow, instant coffee and room temperature water tasted divine.
The window let in fresh breeze and birds came to roost on the building tops.
“What on earth?” I lowered the mug from my mouth.
Below on the street, Dig looked up at me.
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My god, he looked good in the morning.
Sun beams swirled over his hooded head making it appear as if he wore a halo. He did not. He wore his sunglasses and a disgruntled look as he tilted his head up to me.
He was bloody.
Though he wore dark clothes it was evident he was soaking in blood. His leather jacket and jeans had pockets of rips through them from being stabbed numerous times.
The blood was his.
This however did not seem to bother him.
He waved. “Hey.”
I waved back. “Good day to you.”
“How you going, Princess?”
“Very well, thank you, and yourself?”
“Great.”
“Lovely.”
“Any plans for today?” he asked.
“I’ll probably stay in.”
“When I tried to walk up the stairs to get to you, I almost fell into a pit with spears.”
