"Have you heard of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease?"
His voice does not sound like his own, the hoarseness he'd been excusing as a cold for how long? only contributing to the alien sound of speech. He has already had how many? mornings where he cannot remember simple words, or how to speak at all. He is long past the point where he should have said something.
Denial is as addictive as so many drugs, but he can see his calendar, he can see the little red dot that marks the day when he was told the unthinkable.
A calling card from Death on his pale horse, five weeks since given.
Hannibal Lecter is d y i n g.









