They sold homeopathic remedies. They justified it to themselves by saying that as long as people felt better, it didn't actually matter who had cured them. It wasn't lying.
She was halfway through a shower when she turned and spotted him perched on the toilet seat. She shrieked, startled.
"I didn't understand," he said, his voice monotone. "I thought it was all hokum. But it isn't: it's true. Water has a memory. It remembers... everything we've ever done to it..."
There were no sounds but the water splashing on her back.
Then something hot and moist wrapped around her neck...
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
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