The Watcher

7

How did it happen? It’s impossible to say.

Suddenly she was just holding the scissors in her hand.

A moment later, the flowers had been abused and shredded and strewn across the floor.

Afterward, she had nothing other than disconnected memories of what had happened. She remembered the thorns that had torn up her skin, and the red streaks etched over the thin blue veins in her forearms. She remembered the uncontrolled roar that forced its way out of her throat.

A noise an animal might sooner make than a scream.

It hadn’t contained any words, and yet she knew exactly what it meant.

“You bastard. You’re next.”