Curled in on myself, my emotions running amuck. I ride the storm, letting it run its course.

And gradually, my calm returns. The clenching in my throat eases and the shaking dies away.

Oddly, I feel better. Objectively, nothing has changed. I’m still here, incarcerated in the dark, my life hanging on the whim of a psychotic.

And yet… yes, I feel better; cleansed almost.

Perhaps I needed that. The catharsis. The release.

My body knows something I don't? At least, at the conscious level…

Something just happened, and I need to pay attention.

Always listen to your body.

How often have I ever wept?

Very rarely. My tears dried up long ago. Or so I thought…

‘Where is she? Where's your mother?’

The little boy drops his head, tears trickling. ‘I don’t like Mommy any more.’

‘What? What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Mommy went to sleep. She won't wake up and talk to me. I want her to tell me a story and she won’t. And she's gone all black.’

I shake my head. My mother’s death is the last thing I want to dwell on right now.

Nonetheless, suddenly, my mind is clear, astonishingly so. I can think again.

What just happened?

I didn’t expect Juliana’s reaction to my words. True, I was trying to get a reaction from her, but I’d not expected the scale of her fury.

So why did she respond as she did?

Juliana...

Solana…

I touched a nerve. That much is certain.

So... Intentionally or not, I scraped a sore spot...

A vulnerability...

A weakness.

...

Leverage...

Think…

I sit upright, propping myself against the

Analyse… Be logical…

do I need

The key.

on its nail, dull bronze, blinking green

No… get it right…

need is to have that key on this side of Juliana’s painted

need Juliana to bring it to

the drab intermittent light, it’s barely visible at all now. No longer

never had too good a hold on the concrete in the first place. Now, it’s cracked at the edges, chipped away in places. Dirt obscures some

separating me from

*****

did she get so

was her

feel right. Juliana seemed

So what upset her?

replay the conversation in

Who

that no one

That's what triggered it.

talking about

is that

*****

No one changes?

That's what enraged her?

that she hasn't

So...

... Follow the logic...

believes... or wants... to

She's a psycho...

Does she know that?

And she doesn't care. She almost

?

?

Is that aspirational?

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