He didn’t have to issue apologies for missing Christmas, having been busy with tying loose ends and making sure skeletons remained creatively tucked away in one skinny closet. When the sun went up the next day, Their lives carried on to the sleepy rhythm of serene ignorance while the skeletons turned over in their upright grave at such wilful cowardice. As for Them, they were grateful someone was there to keep Them from the truth -a freedom they did not want to be responsible for.
But a stubborn tibia has poked its way through the closet door -to the delight of a nosy visitor. All hell breaks loose in five, four, three, two…
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