(M)urder Most Foul

She looked in horror down at the red liquid spreading across her hands. She had never intended for this to happen. What started as innocent play was now murder most foul.

Rushing to wash her hands, she glanced at the knife that had done the deed. Then, back at the subject, that lay in a pool of its own blood.

She heard footsteps and quickly gathered up all the evidence and disposed of it in a plastic bag outside the door.

Turning, she smiled at her mother, who stood at the door to the refrigerator and asked her, Mala,my dear, what on earth have you done with all the tomatoes?’

 

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