I Want to Infect Myself

Will pleads with his blue dipped brush. I wanted the pigments for the painting, same way i used to crush up the sea shells. Elizabeth feels something serrated pierce her chest. Will blinks, his cheeks flush. We're all fully inoculated. Is it the one from cape point? Her brother nods. So it's been in the house for weeks. She feels the rage in her throat like an acid. Why would you even think to the pigments? He gesticulates with hisblue dipped brush. Ellie, come on. You have to leave. Do whatever you want with it, but not here. O he starts packing the canvas away. Love you,