MERA

THE SMELL OF DEATH

As I emptied my bowels into the toilet, I felt Sandy's soothing palm on my back. I stood up and rinsed out my mouth, then looked at her. She had tears running down her cheeks, her eyes were already swollen.
"Mum is confused about how to break the news to Aunt Claire" Sandy simply said.
I shrugged "I told her the idea of bringing Bryan here is mad, she wanted her own way. She will have to do the explanations anyway" I said
"Mera I thought you would be mad you know, getting..."
"Would being mad bring Bryan back to life? We need to get out of this house, I just don't know why mum doesn't see that too" I retorted. I felt my tommy rumble, the smashed face of Bryan came into sight again. I turned into the toilet immediately heaving into it.
"No, no, no" I heard Mum crying downstairs.
I walked past Sandy who just stood staring at me like a lost sheep and rushed downstairs.
I saw that she had covered Bryan with a cloth and Vic crawled into a corner motionless and staring sightless into the thin air.
"I called Claire" she stood up as soon as I entered "her poor boy, how should I explain?"
I glared at her madly "you have to tell her the truth! Tell her how you knew that you were living in a mad house and you still let her child come. Tell her everything!"
She stood staring at me, I just brushed past her and knelt beside Vic. He didn't take any notice.
"Maybe now, you'll get to believe" I said eyeing maliciously.
Sandy came and knelt beside me "a car stopped outside" she informed me.
I stood and straightened my rumpled gown. I used my hand to brush back my rough hair, nobody needed to tell me it was a futile attempt.
"If mum wants to explain anything to Aunt Clair, I want to be around and make sure she says the truth" I said strongly to Mum's hearing. I could see the shaking of her hands and within minutes she had turned pale, her...
The bang on the door jolted me out of my thoughts of mum, Mum sprang to her feet and Sandy leaned against the wall. I suspected it was to relax her legs. I walked to the door and opened it, but instead of the worried face of Aunt Claire, I saw a man I deduced might be in his late fifties. He was strongly tanned and his hair was worn curly and short. I looked him over. He was dressed in a well ironed light blue shirt and blue denim trousers, his sandals were polished neatly. His stern eyes bore into my teary own.
"Hi" I simply said, fighting to keep my voice steady. If Aunt Claire had sent the police, it would be really bad I thought and...
"Jason Crane" he simply said "this is number 43 oak street I guess"
I stared at him wide jawed "you are Jason Crane?" He asked
Sandy rushed to my side "Jason Crane?"
I moved aside "you can come inside and take a seat"
He nodded and gave me a smile that quickly faded as soon as it came, then put his hands into his pockets and stepped in, then suddenly he withdrew forcefully.
"Holy God!" He exclaimed
I held the knob of the door tighter "what?"
He looked around the house without stepping in "I smell death in his house. It carries the smell of it heavily" he said "this place smells of death"

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