Never before had I thought that Maxine would have the audacity to actually follow through on any of her threats. She was all talk. Well, talk and the occasional thrown dish. But I was good at dodging dishes. This, though, this I couldn’t dodge. I couldn’t even get it if of my damn wrist.
And the longer it stayed there, the more it became apparent that it would either kill me or drive me mad. I stared at the watch trying to figure out which would be preferable, when option madness stolled into the parlor.
“Hello Stanley,” it said. I see the sores are advancing.
“Go to hell” I said without much energy.
“I’ve just come from there. I’m preparing you a room.” It curled its lips over its teeth in what was supposed to be a smile. “Might you have the time?”