Cleanliness is next to Godliness
Penny lay before me, her blood dull in the dim light. The alley was quiet, but all too close traffic moved in the better lit street. The thrill of the murder soared through my veins; with an effort I suppressed the buzz.
This wasn’t the way I’d always dreamt it. Then it was always clean, how the world should be. I felt an unexpected shiver of fear as I carried her body, surprisingly heavy, to my car.
Thankfully I always carry bin liners, just in case of a mess. With them I wrapped up Penny’s body and her bloody dress.
You can read the first drabble in the series here: http://thecultofme.blogspot.co.uk/p/murder-drabbles.html
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