“Would you mind if we took a look around?” he asked suddenly getting up from the sofa.
“I swear! Nobody’s here.”
The two policemen paid her no attention as they walked though the house.
They found him crouching behind the coats. He didn’t put up much of a fight. Tears streamed down her face as they snapped handcuffs on both of them.
“You should use coasters on glass tables” one said as he pushed her into the car.
In the otherwise spotless house it had been the rings left behind by the two cups of coffee that had betrayed her.
She scrunched her eyes shut and chanted the rhyme they’d taught her.
She felt something flutter past her bare leg and was tempted to open her eyes. Remembering how the old lady had stressed on the rules she covered her eyes with her hands as insurance.
She could hear the crickets calling out to one another under the full moon sky. A frog croaked in the distance. The wind whistled a merry tune through the chimes that hung outside her window.
She opened her eyes and saw tiny flickering lights flying over the lawn.
It had begun innocently enough.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned…”
From there it had spiralled into a crazy nightmare.
She had run away before he could get a look at her face. All he had been left with was her voice that was etched in his memory. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since the day she had walked into his church.
Confessions were supposed to be confidential but he just couldn’t keep it to himself anymore. The coldest part was the coolness that had stayed in her voice all the time.
“I killed a man ………….”