The dishes were piled in the corner, waiting to be put in the dishwasher. Dirty clothes hung from the washing machine, half-loaded, with more in the basket. Crumbs littered the kitchen counter, and a damp dishcloth lay nearby. It looked like a typical family morning—lunches packed, kids off to school.
But one thing shattered the normalcy: a dead body on the floor. Dinah looked at the deceased woman, who was clutching her cell phone. She had managed to hit the call button before dying.
A voice came through the phone. “Hello? Sweetheart, are you there?”
Dinah sighed at the scene.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
