Ms. De Sasso

Ms. De Sasso committed to a slow deliberate trek from the bed to the window when red lights had begun to flash in her crack motel room. The common sight led her to believe in killing the wasted junkies, ending the misery of this dump of a community. She leaned to the blinds still in the dark to stare through the window at a crazed man and six civil servants strapping him to a stretcher. One of the servants peered into her window as the emergency lights flashed her face and gave his best condemning glare. Isola De Sasso turned to search the outlines of things in the dark as the old man, still in bed, breathed heavily watching her. She smoked a cigarette at the edge of the bed as the dank room suffocated the old couple closer to death.


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