One More Minute Mystery
The room lay silent, expectant. From the darkness beneath the bed two eyes watched, their green echoing the duvet. Sunlight struggled through the drawn curtains, casting a strange glow. Shadows and shadows of shadows rested on the edges of the bookshelves.
Fragments of light fractured off the hardwood floor, tracing the splatters. They had dried quickly with the heat turned up. Now that warmth stifled the carefully folded sweaters, the photographs smiling from the dresser, the form sprawled by the door - beside bathroom tiles marked with a pattern of white ceramic, dark stains and a sharp silver glint.
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