R.C. Darcy only pondered blowing his brains out for a few seconds that morning.
It happened while he was shaving. He was thinking about people and what they do, and staring into the mirror, and using his father’s razorblade, when that pondering shuddered through him. To get rid of it, he tapped the plastic head of the razorblade on the sink twice. The pondering went away, but the empty sound of his tapping was not a good sound. He caught his own gaze in the mirror and, behind it, the dark polyester shower curtain. People’s bodies got zipped into bags like that.
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