The night beforeA Story by LinearA very short story, a who done it maybe, or not as the case maybeSitting on the edge of my bed
head bowed, trying hard to remember the night before. Had we fought? eyes sore, I looked down at the floor strewn with empty beer cans and cigerettes. Carpet stained, with red puddles a knife I hold in my hand dropping it, it clatters on the floor splatters bloodstains up the wall. A tear runs down my cheek footsteps approach my door loud Knock Knock Arrested now, bound in chains if only I could remember the night before. © 2011 LinearAuthor's Note
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Added on January 20, 2011Last Updated on January 20, 2011 AuthorLinearUnited KingdomAboutDont worry if the sparrow chirps today, Tomorrow the Nightingale shall sing Judge me if you will, not on the words of another who may have their own agenda, but as YOU find me, as YOU .. more..Writing
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