The In-BetweenHis hand crawled along the wall like scarabs, restlessly skittering over the stone façade. The night air was bitingly cold, but he shook if off of him like a winter coat, traveling soundlessly around the house. A dull green glow emanated from inside a dirty window, his destination. The shadows cast by the light were monsters against the wall, spider-like visions against the pink sheetrock. His thin lip curled back into a hesitant smile in the dark. He paused a moment to watch the gloomy shapes, distorted and elongated as he tilted his head. He laughed and the sound was a river, tripping and gurgling over rocks and stones before lying still and cool, dying off with the wind. Moving like the last breath of the dying he passed through the outer wall and into the pink room, softly, quietly.
The room was awash with the heavy scents of disinfectant and urine. The stench clung to his form, seeping through and settling among his vacuous innards. A whirring like an airplane idling on the