Sharon tried to warn Tom about the neighbors. Their hairless heads gleaming like errant moons. The dark hollows of their eyes thrust at her like a honed blade. The stares that lingered long enough to burn. She should have left the night Tom came home with a smooth scalp. She should have fled this morning while Tom was at work instead of barricading herself inside the house. But now she counts her shuddering breaths in the darkness. The crowd an angry nest of bees beneath her bedroom window. Tom casts the first stone.
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