Ficlets

The blood had started to dry up flaking off bit by bit with every movement of his figures.

The girl had started to stiffen up. Flies came swarming in twos leaving eggs to be hatched in the days to come.

The weapon is near the legs of the killer. Rusting, blooding! It had made no sound as it had cut the woman down.

He had starred at her with no words to have.
Words have become like poison to him.

She had said she loved him now she lays on the floor motionless no breath to be taken.

His thoughts leave him cold and hurt.

She was young and madly insane for the local boy who cut roses in the flower shop.

He knew what she wanted.
But he had a past that had held him away.

Things seem so cold.
Blood starts to dry!
The rotten smell leaves a taste in the back of the nose.

It had seemed like a dream.
But where you can’t wake up from!

The night stalks the young ones from above.
As it watches the one tear himself apart for the sin he had committed!