Blood smeared across the kitchen floor
DNA.
Water running into the sink, down the drain
Check garbage disposal.
A torn dress thrown in the corner, buttons missing
Evidence.
A fedora carelessly tossed on the kitchen table
Was the killer a hat man, question mark.
Pick up hat find revolver, empty snub nose
Murder weapon, question mark.
Follow the blood trail into the living room
The scene expands.
Step around broken furniture, shattered lamp
Signs of a struggle.
Find shell casings scattered across the carpet
Ballistics.
Red wine spilled into the sofa
Drunken rage, another question mark.
Follow blood to a hallway
Find victim.
45 year old white male
Deceased.
Upstairs a baby cries
Follow sound, cries get louder.
Find both baby and mother in empty room
Trauma.
The invest begins
Our day starts when yours ends.
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David Parham
Writer, Filmmaker, Digital artist.
The ever Changing Complexities of Life, Fear, Mysteries and Capturing that which may not be there Tomorrow.
Complex, Change, Fear, Mystery, Tomorrow & Capture. Six reasons I write.
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