He treated women as he did words: He played with them.
His children didn’t notice the look in their father’s eyes that afternoon; the present is all they cared for.
Her father stood up from his seat slowly until he towered over the Mayor whose head now reached no higher than the Butcher’s paunch. And like the volcano that created their island, he erupted…
Then she saw him, the veil of ignorance pulled back suddenly and with no warning.
There was no one to greet him when he got off, and while everyone was looking forward to the eager hugs and long-awaited kisses of loved ones, he looked back at the train that brought him to this point.
She never questioned the visions or voices trapped in his head, even when their meaning escaped her.