The Lost Girl

I felt a pang of sympathy for him, a momentary lapse that quickly dissipated. I jerked him upright suddenly, and his face winced in pain.


“Nothing, nothing…just my leg…”

I wasn’t thinking rationally at this point, already starting to convince myself that he had been held up in her death. I felt drawn to the mystery surrounding her, as though a shard of my own life was trapped there too. The two of us were inseparable as children, and it’s possible that he was involved with both of us. I realise now how twisted and perverted these thoughts were, but they seemed so vivid and real at the time.

“Will you bathe me?”

There was a painfully long silence.

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