Image Credit – Dale Rogerson

Today marked one day of him being in solitude and it was celebration time. The mood was set with some wine and music.

He swayed to the music staring at the duct tape covered door.

Satisfied, he rested on the sofa with a glass of wine.

Slowly, visions of pool of blood, shards of glass all over and her sleeping peacefully on floor engulfed him.

He smiled at that soul pleasing vision.

“Baby, if you’re done murdering me, let’s have sex, again.” Her smoky voice fell on his ears and his murderous drive lay murdered with some hot sex.

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a 100-word story on a photo prompt. You can read the other stories here.