ously and realized he was still sitting on the floor, Howard's cold he

out the small container with the liquid.

e way. It was definitely like the test tubes they used in

ed it at the wall with all his strength but it only made a light thud and fell on the floor with no scratch. He stood

It produced heavy sounds, similar to a knock on a door.

ng towards the sink. He was about to pour the liquid in the drain when he remembered Howard's words; "If you value my love for you then you would honor this wish". 'Yo

He tied Howard's wrists and ankles firmly on it and began dr

st three houses whenever he went out for a walk. Taking him to the morgue was not an option and also, fortunately, burying someone in your backyard was not against the law, although the debate about serial killers

in Howard's living room, dressed in rags and mopped in filth, alone except for a confused and awkward old man who had spent years witho

alone. He wrapped his father's body in some clean unused sheets he had brought then gently lowered him into the hole then finally began co

oul rest in peace, Howard.' This was his speech to Howard, his now deceased adoptive

uttoned the sleeves on his shirt. He was not even concerned about being late. The

ng to be at least an extra hour in detention for yo

character of yours I bet you either bought or held

the pamphlet in her palm. Her f

father,' he said,

m, like a starved predator. 'Orphan boy, by your father do you mean the one who abandoned you or the old

? I've just buried my father an

en?' Her expressio

er and began

ous.' She now had a look of apology. This came as a majo

y adoptive father

maggot. He died

alking to you, I'm late for clas

at I meant to say is I'm sorry

ajor blow to him again. He looked int