Before She Knew Him

by Peter Swanson

Matthew hid underneath Dustin’s platform bed.

This author likes killers hiding under beds lol.

I am a happy person, always have been. But that’s just my personality, which has nothing to do with this broken brain that periodically and very convincingly tells me that I’m a worthless person who doesn’t deserve to live.

“Me, too,” Hen said, then added, “That’s the type of art I like, when it freaks you out.”

I really like Hen. Dark art is the best art.

Instead, she asked, “Sold many?” “One, yesterday.” Impulsively, Hen told him she wanted to buy her favorite photograph of the bunch,

I mean, I really like Hen. This is exactly what I end up doing when I am a part of an art show.

“Richard is, not me,” he said, and something about his phrasing made Hen feel suddenly nervous.

Obvious theory: Matthew has multiple personalities?