Calling Card

They’d spattered crimson on the piano, but she was playing, indifferent, when he returned with their lily.

“You play?”

She unfurled a minor chord. “It’s relaxing.”

He knelt, avoiding the blood, and wrapped the dead fingers around the lily’s stem.

They were gone before the chord died away.


7 thoughts on “Calling Card

  1. The cool headedness of your characters is chilling. The way they carried on so matter-of-factly reinforced the horror of scenario. I did get a little confused about the at points, and I wasn’t always sure who “she” and “they” were.

  2. I get the impression this isn’t the first time they’ve done this. It has the makings of a nice little psychological thriller.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s