Twelve

Mel walks back as slowly as he can
Rod checks his phone rhythmically
Sal’s cart pulls violently to the left
Richard cannot picture her hand
Harold frowns as his gaze drifts around a screen
Lucy decides that this will be the last one
Hannah holds a piece of paper above her head
Melissa smokes in the dark
Bill trips over his words as he looks up
Carl locks the door and looks in the mirror
Julie smiles at the blood on her sleeve
Emma peels a rotten banana
Frank refuses to look at the exit

 

 

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