9
You’re falling behind.
Selena gasped and sat up.
The damp washcloth fell from her head. She dropped it onto the brick floor.
Clover the yellow Lab lifted her head and raised her ears.
Selena reached over and stroked the pretty girl’s face.
Her headache was gone. She raised her right hand to her head. She poked her index finger into the hole.
It was gooey in there. Like syrup. Or tar. Selena pulled out her finger and the sticky black goo came with it.
She sniffed it. It smelled burnt. Disgusting. She retrieved the washcloth and wiped her finger clean.
Her mother had been here, she thought. And Dr. Parsons, sitting in her chair.
You’re falling behind.
Shall NOT.
Where have you heard that before?
Selena turned at a sound behind her.
You’re falling behind.
I’m sorry. I’ll make
