Inspired by the Kobo & Jeffrey Archer “Want your 100 Words” contest…
I noticed the blood on the wall, as soon as I walked back into the room.
How was I going to explain this one?
I opened the window to let in some fresh air and give myself time to think. There was too much evidence to hide. The blunt, shiny, handheld instrument. The signs of struggle. The sad eyes from the body that lay still and unmoving on the bed. My husband would be here any minute.
From that moment onwards, I promised myself that I would never trim my dog’s nails at home again.
