The reporter turned to him, her smile painted in gaudy coral lipstick. Danny pictured her sitting in her kitchen, eating cereal and watching him sit like a mute idiot on TV. The a reporter, Danny realized, taking in her neat tailored suit with the pretty pink blouse.
She must have introduced herself before, but Danny couldn't remember. "It's remarkable that you made it all the way home by yourself," a woman was saying. Danny sagged in relief as the force eased-only to spike into knife-like agony as she tore the tendons off completely. Aside from the pain, which after the first few hours he'd developed a dull, desperate resistance to, they had begun to cramp from the repeated movement. He could feel each individual tendon as they were yanked one by one, forcing the fingers to curl and uncurl. Part of him hated the idea of his one good hand being trapped by her after she had-she had. What sixteen year old lets his mom hold his hand on live TV?ĭanny shifted his fingers and Mom gave them a squeeze. Mom sat on the bed next to him, holding his hand.There should be some kind of decency law against having to answer interview questions in a hospital gown, he thought. The chains that bind us the most closely are the ones we have broken.ĭanny stared into the gleaming plastic eyes of a dozen cameras.
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