• @Godric
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    28 months ago

    Finger Curls

    You sob, cradling a limb, the greatest piece of what’s left of your loved ones, their blood painting your once dusty monocolor fence crimson. The murder weapon, a rusty machete, lies embedded deep within a plank of your pristine deck, carefully cleaned of prints.

    When the police arrive, there is only one suspect, and the trial is as short as the sentence is long.