was open, I felt my heart beating but for some reason I couldn’t get my lungs
to function and take in the breath of air I needed. Maybe it was a good thing.
Had I taken in that lungful of air, I’m sure it would have been exhaled as a
splattered up the wall in an arc, in another world it could have been mistaken
for a piece of abstract art. I didn’t want to look at him sitting naked. A
hole, a bloody, dark red hole, had appeared in the center of his forehead.
body. Only a half hour ago he’d been alive, sleeping. The shower water that
dripped down my body chilled me to the core. I grabbed my clothes, which had
been strewn around the room, and pulled them on as quickly as possible. I
stumbled as one foot tangled in the leg of my jeans. I screeched as I reached
out to stabilize myself and touched his leg.
My hands shook as I buttoned up my shirt and looked around the room for my
shoes. I spotted one but not the other. I grabbed my purse, the one shoe, and
headed for the door. And then froze.
grabbed the plastic bag from the bin; it contained evidence of our recent
encounter. I picked up the towel I’d left lying on the floor and used it to
cover my hand before I opened the bedroom door.
small window in the hallway illuminating the stairs and giving me enough light
to navigate down them. I crept down, pausing on treads that creaked under my
weight and listened. I could hear my blood rushing past my ears to feed a brain
that was firing off electrical impulses at a rate I wasn’t sure my body could keep
up with. Muscles jerked as if preparing themselves for the flight option my
body was desperate to take.
should have checked for signs of life. I should have done a lot of things other
than the one I did—I opened the front door and ran.