Blank, the world goes white, like after having watch the last reel of a picture show. The bullet entered the back of my brain, and forced its way all the way through.
I wake up. There are ceiling tiles with water stains directly above me. Where am I? I'm no longer at that woman's odd house, she looked directly at me at the end. Her eyes had never fixed on me before, and I have been trying to sell her gadgets for years.
She looked at me at the end, I was there she saw me, funny how I could always see her till that day.
There's a conversation in the background, sounds like a peanut teacher,…
