Mrs Adams the second had to call 911. They came. They took him away. But for months on end Mr Adams could not speak.

He did nothing but stare at the door. Like he was waiting for someone. Or something.
And soon Mrs Adams woke up every morning to breaking glass. And then it was there when she was about to sleep. And then it broke when she moved about.


Soon all she could hear was breaking glass. No shards. Just the sweet tinkling music of glass breaking free... One whole becoming many pieces...


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