Mona Lisa

This post is submitted to the Weekend Writing Prompt.

Your artist had a very distinctive style.

You would think that you deserve a much larger showcase.

A small picture frame for a lady with the famous smile.

 In a place where legion of foreign tourists used to jostle for elbow space.

It was you!

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I was in the kitchen alone.

I heard a sound in the front room.

As I turned toward the sound I saw a shadow cross the floor.

As I moved forward the shadow it moved father to the right.

Two more steps and the shadow continued to be just out of sight.

One more step. It stopped. I saw a hooded figure with a sickle.

I recognized the face of course.

It was you, my wife!

Darkness My Old Friend

This post is written for Emilia’s Picture It and Write Challenge. dark-allyway He could here the sirens. The police sirens. The police that were after him. The neighbor had called the police after hearing the gunfire. She was dead. He had made sure of that.

The night hides the crime

Passion gone bad rules  again

Darkness my old friend

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