her existence .
Her husband was answering sympathetically now . His voice , which is sometimes high and irksome , was not making anything better . She turned her attention to the TV . The detective was looking at the crime scene , a scene where even the moon was bloodred . An officer gagged and she felt that she was going to follow his lead . Enough was enough . She turned to her husband , but before she could speak , he hung up , turned off television and le the room .
She was not sure whether he had always been this way or that she started to see his faults only a er she had become dissatisfied with her life . She tried to recollect their relationship in its youth , but a fog was cloaking any clear memory . She wanted to fight with him but she needed a good plot story to start it least she ’ d be called “ nutty ” again . Her head was throbbing and her sight started to blur . She needed to ground her argument , structure a reproachless setting . She started to tidy the room , looking right and le for his smartphone , did he take it with him ? Frustration was building . She sat down to calm her nerves .
He returned , quite unexpectedly , with a plate of heated le -overs that filled the room with an inviting smell . She remembered that she was starving . She busied herself peeling off one of the red apples instead of joining him . He switched on the TV again and restarted the movie absent-mindedly . Unbelievable .
His loud chewing was making her grip the knife a little tighter than necessary . She tried to look at him to start a conversation , but her eyes automatically settled on the TV screen . Now a bar , now an attractive young woman , now beer and sin . She wished she were a character in a movie . She was envious of the ephemeral existence . She wiped her hands in an attempt to rid herself from the stinginess of the body . All their pain , all their joys hit her as realer than her own . She recalled the news that she had watched earlier and wondered if she got the information wrong . Was it actually the trailer of a new movie ?
She was so absorbed by that question , trying to catch the memory before it fades away , that she did not notice a new scene . A new crime , a more graphic decapitation . The voice of her husband emerged from her right . “ Why do you watch this kind of movies ? In your state …”
In her state ? Her movie ?
She looked at him . She swore she even stopped breathing . She felt that she was cryogenized in the spot . The tears that were filling her eyes were the only sign of life . She could not utter a