Dismal 'n' Distress

“What channel?” Liz asked.

“Channel 5,” Sarah said.

Liz’s mouth dropped open as she saw what was on the screen.

“Sorry baby. But look on the bright side—”

“I’ll call you back,” she hung up on Sarah.

Finding the volume up button, the TV was turned up to an earsplitting level. An attractive news reporter (with a fake Barbie doll quality that made Liz hate her immediately) was filling the viewing public in on what had happened in the small cottage behind her. Various news scenes about the story—such as the ordinary house, the police directing traffic, a parked car in front of a garage—flashed across the screen as they often do. It could have been a subliminal message sent just to her. His face flashed on the screen then turned again, to the outside of his house. In that flash, Liz had seen those beautiful green/blue eyes betray a vicious craziness.

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