“He’d see the body on the bed, the plastic tubing, the thin blue water matress that keeps Paul constantly moving.  He’d see Paul, eyes open, looking nowhere, the body twisted, or more untwisted like a pretzel undone.  He’d see it all and drop everything.  He’d run from our house not wanting to take anything, not wanting to hold anything that had been touched by the magic of the living dead.”
Esther in the Night, A.M. Holmes

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