AND AT FOUR O’CLOCK…

    

    …Eduardo Maria Santos returned home from the pharmacy with a bottle of aspirin for his headache, walked into the bathroom and found someone who simply wasn’t there writing across his mirror.

    The lipstick had been left by Xenia years ago. It was sentimental to have kept it but he had. He’d all but forgotten it was in his cabinet.

    The writer had almost finished when he came through the door and saw the tube of bright lipstick clatter into the sink. The “o” in his name was missing. The message read:

    YOU TOO, EDUARD

    He got out of there, fast.