"I am afraid it is a murder." Officer said.
"I heard no sounds. We were sleeping."
He looked at me, and wanted a napkin.
"Sure." I gave him my own.
...and I regretted.
But it was too late.
The blood-stained napkin was the only proof of my wife's murder.
Nov '10
thnx 4 givin an idea 4 my blog post..... had been dormant a while now
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ReplyDeleteNot so thrilling... :) .. :P
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