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| Jackie Morris |
The morning breakfasts with the neighbours had ceased shortly after Granoldi had come to live with her. Eve was concerned that he might wake and startle the group unexpectedly causing a possible eviction. It was far too problematic. She made her excuses and eventually they had all stopped coming around.
The atmosphere of her small home was lit with a charm and a sparkle - so much so that the former inhabitants - her ghosts - had vacated also. Eve had quite forgotten them, and it was perhaps for this reason also, that they likewise, were no longer drawn to her.
She went in to check on Granoldi and was startled by seeing some blood in his drool seeping into the coverlet.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed out loud, hurrying to get closer to see if he was alright. Granoldi had bit his tongue in his sleep, and the bleeding looked worse than it medically was.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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