'Epiphany' Text and Photo: (C) L. Sarai 2009 Alison had barely opened his eyes when he met with the stench of fresh urine. Knew what had happened but could do nothing to alleviate the pain. He tried to sit but the disgust that overflowed not allowed any movement. There she was, lying face up on a mattress filled with urine and blood.
The mild impact of the broken bottle had transformed him, wanted to return to the previous night he had tried to change the locks of the apartment as he was coming.
Her face was barely recognizable, had no doubts, all locks should be changed completely, "he said to himself since that time that George went mad.
Now, one side of it, it lay inert with the smile wiped away in tears, never to return.
The mild impact of the broken bottle had transformed him, wanted to return to the previous night he had tried to change the locks of the apartment as he was coming.
Her face was barely recognizable, had no doubts, all locks should be changed completely, "he said to himself since that time that George went mad.
Now, one side of it, it lay inert with the smile wiped away in tears, never to return.
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