2017-03-03

100 Words Flash Fiction: Blood on her hands


She had blood on her hands. All she could think now was how to wipe off the stains to make it the perfect crime she was plotting since the last 48 hours.  The stench of alcohol and cigarette butt made her choke to death in the room. The window pain couldn't be pushed open for the fear of raising suspicions.  She looked like a dreaded criminal holding with menace the destructive weapon. Her glance traveled faster than the four corners of the room. The tomato ketchup bottled fizzled and it was popped up that flew in all directions.
Post a Comment