( * &. – SHARP OBJECTS SENTENCE STARTERS .
‘ that day has haunted me. ‘ / @serialbride
cigarette smoke clings to the fibres of his shirt ━━━ nowadays that’s all rustin can smell on himself ; nothing but ashes. he contemplates the woman standing before him and comes to the quick conclusion that jessica whitly looks out of place. at first rust thinks it might be the greyness and grime of the underground parking lot, she is far too refined for that sort of place, too clean looking. but then he thinks that, perhaps, she’ll never fit in anywhere. never again. not after what her family went through. she had laid with an animal and bared its’ children. that sort of commitment could drive a person mad.
rustin remembered the case, it was big news for a while. police folk were talking all over about it. the more he looked at jessica whitly, the more cohle began to wonder: how could a woman like her not know? had she been blinded by mr. whitly or had she wilfully looked away? either way, there was blood on her hands too. no room for her beyond the pearly gates. she was stuck down there with him, elbow deep in swamp water.
“ figure it haunts a whole bunch of people. ” the ex-detective regarded, raspy and monotone. he appeared to be as unsympathetic as he had always been. how couldn’t he? 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝙵𝚃 𝙰 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 . metallic, like a fresh scratch had been left there, on the roof of his mouth. rust reached for the cigarettes in his breast pocket while eyeing jessica from head to toe. “ nice coat. ” he’d take ash over the taste of blood any day.
