Ding Dong Dead

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The world is like a big picture window. You can watch people and events from the inside and remain totally invisible to those on the outside. It’s like being on the observation side of a one-way mirror: hearing, seeing, waiting.

The time for waiting is over. He almost didn’t recognize her. She’d changed her appearance. The hair, the clothes, the added pounds. Something in the way she walked gave her away.

Now he knows for sure, what he suspected all along.

The evil witch isn’t dead. He’ll never be rid of her.

She won’t let up until she destroys him. Playing games, twisting the truth so he’ll get the blame. He hates her with an intensity that leaves him shaking. Wicked, insane.

Memories explode randomly like they always do when something sets him off.

Then comes the rage.