Murder – a flash fiction piece.

He only came to as a drop of blood slid off the lowest point of the knife and splashed on the linoleum. It had all been a beautiful dream to him and yet when he had kicked that state away he was still there, he was still in it. He didn’t know the body, but he had known the girl, the girl who had made him too angry, she had been warned against him enough times but she thought love conquered all.

He wiped both sides of the now red knife on her skirt which clung unnaturally to the pale skin beneath it. For some reason he couldn’t stop himself from shaking so headed into the family room to pour himself a stiff drink from the decanter his in laws had bought him for Christmas.

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