Everyone knew I never drank alcohol. When Sam hit me with the wine bottle, it took time for the throbbing pain to transform into blinding light. It took time for me to feel fluid, light and to float above my little bruised body. I watched as the room filled with people and as Sam pretended to weep. Everyone knew I never drank alcohol. Yet a little streak of wine dripped down the corners of my lips, trailed between the chairs and meandered towards Sam. Invisible fingers traced only one word in the wine: ‘murderer’.
Sue Clayton
16/8/2020 03:26:21 am
You had me at the title, Luckshmee. A nice little tale of murder that could easily be made into something longer. Comments are closed.
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