"The photo was facing up again. His own face beamed up at him from the counter, neck ripped and eye slashed. He stood in the middle of the kitchen and stared at it, replaying the moment he'd turned it over in his mind. That had definitely happened, he had turned it over. So why was it facing upwards?!
“Mark?” he called stupidly, knowing he'd get no response. His voice resounded throughout the flat. No answer. Peter moved closer to the counter, closer to the photo. He glanced left and right, stuck his hand out over the worktop and waited to feel a breeze. Nothing. No explanation.
“What the hell?” Peter whispered to himself. He looked closer at the photo as if there might be something inside the picture itself to explain it.
His face looked infuriatingly happy, big cheeks puffed out in a grin. Then the grin dropped and the uncut eye rolled up to look at him."
Mark and Peter both have secrets. They're both trying to ignore their troubled pasts in favour of working for a happy future together. But sometimes the past won't let you ignore it.
“Mark?” he called stupidly, knowing he'd get no response. His voice resounded throughout the flat. No answer. Peter moved closer to the counter, closer to the photo. He glanced left and right, stuck his hand out over the worktop and waited to feel a breeze. Nothing. No explanation.
“What the hell?” Peter whispered to himself. He looked closer at the photo as if there might be something inside the picture itself to explain it.
His face looked infuriatingly happy, big cheeks puffed out in a grin. Then the grin dropped and the uncut eye rolled up to look at him."
Mark and Peter both have secrets. They're both trying to ignore their troubled pasts in favour of working for a happy future together. But sometimes the past won't let you ignore it.
