Last chapter of a six hundred page novel

description description tree
[poplars most likely]
description description road
[full of potholes, probably]
description house
blah blah kitchen table
easy chair, blah blah
fake fireplace blah
blah wallpaper [peeling]
blah blah crinkly ceiling
blah blah phone call
– then he notices the wax
that splattered from the red candle
and
it’s a last gasp blah
blah
déjà
vu
and then
he slits
his throat

.

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