Fiction

I lay in bed, my head spinning with more than alcohol. I had mostly dismissed what Frank had said to me as pure fantasy. There was no possible way that it could be

I sat there, looking at him, unable to believe what he had just told me. The noise of people talking, drinking, having fun, had just faded into silence as my brain shut down

He lifts his head from his hands, bloody prints glistening on his face. A reflection of dawn light glistens in his eyes as he looks up. He glances at his handiwork that is