Ketchup clouds6/2/2023 ![]() ![]() Blue if it's bright outside, gray if it's overcast. Dad's is more like mine, except with gray bits above his ears, and he's got this thing called heterochromia, which means one eye's brown but the other's lighter. Her hair's the same color as my sisters' but shorter and a bit wavy. ![]() At least that's what Dad says when Mum turns up her nose. The jam wasn't rotten or anything, because it lasts for years in sterilized jars. I struggled to eat the sandwich in the end. To look at me, you'd never guess my secret. They've both got long blond hair and green eyes and pointy noses, but Soph is tall and thin and darker-skinned, like Dot's been rolled out and crisped in the oven for ten minutes. My sister is small and round so we ended up calling her Dot. When Dad stopped grieving, he decided to shorten it. My little sister was born six months later, and Dad named her after Gran. That was the sound echoing around the hospital room seven years ago. If you ignore the weeks she spent in the hospital attached to one of those heart things that goes beep beep if you're lucky or beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep if you're not. She's been dead seven years, and making that jam was the last thing she did. The jam in the corner's from my sandwich. It wasn't your wife's jam the police found on your shoe. It's jam, not blood, though I don't think I need to tell you the difference. ![]() Ignore the blob of red in the top left corner. ![]()
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