evening shadow

“When rationality begins to break down, the circuits of the human brain can overload. Axons grow bright and feverish. Hallucinations turn real: the quicksilver puddle at the point where perspective makes parallel lines seem to intersect is really there; the dead walk and talk; a rose begins to sing.”
― Stephen King, The Mist

“The thing about memories was, you never could control when they came up again.”
― Madeleine Roux, Asylum

“We were by our boathouse. He took my dad's diving knife, and he dug the point in, here.' He traces his finger down my cheek, the path of his scar. 'By the time he got to here, I told them where she was. We never saw her again.'
He pushes me away. The diving knife : a katran. The name he chose for himself so he can never forget. The knife he still carries now. I remember.”
― Teri Terry, Fractured

“He suddenly twists around, pulls me with my back against him, an arm around my neck. 'One held me like this.' He whispers. He raises his other hand to my cheek, just under my eye. 'We were by our boathouse. He took my dad's diving knife, and he dug the point in, here.' He traces his finger down my cheek, the path of his scar. 'By the time he got to here, I told them where she was. We never saw her again.'
He pushes me away. The diving knife : a katran. The name he chose for himself so he can never forget. The knife he still carries now. I remember.”
― Teri Terry, Fractured