She cried to herself as she nicked her thumb in her hurry to clean the red stickiness off the knife. They would be here soon.
She slipped her clothes off and soaked them in a bucket of bleach. Hopefully the stains would come off or she would have no options but to lose them. When the water finally ran clear off her body she turned the shower off and put on a fresh set of clothes.
A car honked as it drove up to her door.
‘Perfect timing’ she thought as she took the cherry pie from the oven.
Under cc license from Gary Foulger
His artwork was reputed to be lifelike. This one was titled “Broken Love”. She had seen it from the other side of the room and came close to study it further. The white towel swans stood out against the uneven red backdrop she perceived as rose petals. Had he named it after the wife he’d almost had?
He was standing alone watching the audience. For a change he wore a suit instead of the vest and shorts he usually preferred. Pain flashed through his eyes when she caught him by the elbow.
Was it true that he created his paints?