murder
“Hi!” I called out to her and watched her bat her eyes in rebellion like she could not wait to get rid of her work clothes and perfunctory smile. “My name is…
“The last time I saw my mother, I was coming home from school and I tripped on my loose shoelaces. She was already at the door waiting for me with an envelope…
Blood!!! That was all I could remember. The blood stain on the ground cannot be mistaken for paint. The stench of the decaying body makes me want to vomit. I had the…