Chapter One

Slipping Through

 

Missing each other each time we crossed this path,

Slipping through the time we thought would always last.

Looking back at those hell-like days we though would never end,

Listening to your singing which brought peace in the end. 

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         Streams of blood flowed relentlessly from the deep wound in his chest, further coloring the already dark red carpet. The accursed Swiss army knife was lying unwanted at the far corner of the living room. I must have flung it away from the shock of the spraying blood. His lifeless body looke  so peaceful, as though he is just taking an evening nap on my lap.

             A faint smile played on his pale face, as though thanking me for the horror that I have committed. He lured me into this. It was all part of his plan, to let it end off in my hands.

           This wasn’t supposed to happen. This must be a joke! How can he be dead? Oh damn that police siren. They are going to wake him up if they don’t turn the volume down. His fringe is still as long as ever, shining like threads of gold under the setting sun, which was coming in from the light fabric of the curtains.

             Who is that knocking on the front door? It must be the old hag, Miss Hitch from next door, inquisitive and irritating as ever. Guess I should just ignore her as Sean always hated her ever pressing questions, poking around in our business as she doesn’t have much of her own. Now I can hear muffled voices coming through the door. It doesn’t sound like the old hag. Wonder who it is then. I will just leave them be and maybe they will go away and leave me to be alone with Sean.

            The knockings got louder and more persistent and I felt that I could no longer ignore it. Placing my lips on his forehead, I gave Sean a soft kiss before getting up to answer the door. Two policemen were standing on my porch and their police car was parked clumsily halfway up the pavement. Before I could say anything, they shoved me backwards and rushed into my living room without even taking off their dirty boots. How rude can our country’s defenders of the law get? Before I could react, they grabbed and pinned me to the floor, face down, and started putting handcuffs on me. One of the police went over to Sean and placed his finger on his neck, as though feeling for a pulse.

           “He’s dead.” he uttered to the other policeman.

            What do they think they are doing? Sean is jus sleeping, he’s not dead! He looks just as beautiful as the first day I had met, where I mistook him for an angel. Where was it again? Oh right, it was at the lake, under the old tree.