[The mildness of Sheila's illness has kept her from seeking out absolution; she figured that it would soon dissipate on its own. Sleepless nights have finally led her into fevered dreams.
Within them, she shivers wildly.
It's the face of her brother she sees, lingering there in the mist, an axe stuck straight through his face.]
Sheila, May 26th
Within them, she shivers wildly.
It's the face of her brother she sees, lingering there in the mist, an axe stuck straight through his face.]