BRoKEN part 2

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.

Then one day a nurse calls from the hospital. Mr Adams has passed on. Autopsy reveals a surprise- a shard of glass wedged in his heart. No clue how it got there. No cuts. No bloody wounds. Just a shard of glass that looks like it grew out of his chest.

That night the sounds of breaking glass are even louder and seem to go on without end…

The next day, a policeman coming to interrogate Mrs. Adams the second… Just to fulfil all righteousness knocks on the front door.

And knocks

And knocks

And knocks
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When he finally tests the door it opens. And he sees Mrs Adams the second seated in a chair facing him. Her eyes are blank. She’s gone.
Autopsy comes. Result comes too.
Cause of death?

A shard of glass…

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