“Let’s
play a game,” Alturis said.
“Let’s,”
Megan answered.
“We’ll ask each other questions.”
“Great.”
“I’ll start,” Alturis said. He leaned forward. “Tell me, Megan
Cooper. What part of yourself would you
most like to kill?”
Megan had a feeling he asked all of
his victims this question; it was the kind of thing a homicidal maniac with a rampaging God complex would find amusing. But if it kept him talking she would play along. So she replied, “My memory.”
Alturis raised a discerning eyebrow. “That would be too bad. Your memory is the only thing in life you
own.”
“I’ll sell it to you for cheap.”
“Fine. Sell it to me. Tell me why I would want it.”
“Because it might keep you entertained between murders?”
“But surely I must have a sample
first, correct?” Alturis returned. “For
instance, when did you realize you were in love with your neighbor?”
Megan shrugged. “I never was.”
“Then why do you look longingly
at his house?”
“Just remembering,” she
answered. “That’s all.”
Once again: a short post that conjures up so much more!
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