February 26
34 days since accident
Marlowe awoke. He instantly felt his pulse quicken with the sudden jolt of awakening from his torturous dream, a recount of what happened in Chicago 34 days ago. His bum was still sore. So he got up, tired and sleepy. He walked to his crappy bathroom, stared long and hard into the cracked, mouldy sink. He contemplated the events that brought him to this moment. His reflection was cut short by his spontaneous human combustion.
