It had started out as a normal day; Audrey’d burnt the coffee and cursed wildly before trying again. She’d sat down to read the obituaries, and after smiling at the more sincere ones, she had commented about the lateness of the hour and thrust herself into her work clothes.

That was where things began to go awry. In the closet, next to her dull brown suit hung her wedding dress. It was a beautiful dress, covered in all manner of bows and satins so it was only natural that Audrey stopped to look at it.

What wasn’t so natural was the way she tipped her coffee cup to spill the black liquid all over it.

Audrey winced when she saw the damage she’d done. She hadn’t realized that she’d actually done it. Sure, her mind had run through the action several times, but it was only in this state of oblivion that Audrey had actually destroyed her wedding dress three days before she was to be married.