Evidence of a short goodbye

The apartment, esthetically cold, calibrated for sparse, was assembled with stainless silver appliances and Pier One bar stools. There was a single Zulily mug on the industrial bronze cocktail table, lipstick smudged, overturned. A red silk sheet, torn and tangled with stockings and garters, lay between the kitchen and foyer, and a trail of blood smeared the linoleum.

Her alibi was solid.


16 thoughts on “Evidence of a short goodbye

  1. patriciaruthsusan September 19, 2016 / 11:04 am

    This gave a vivid picture of the scene. A photograph couldn’t have done better. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  2. D. Wallace Peach September 27, 2016 / 8:12 pm

    So many questions captured in this. Love the sterility and rawness.

    Your comments are closed on “Listen,” Steven, but I wanted to let you know how beautiful it is – reminds me of the intensity of youth begging us to remember to live.

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    • Steven Baird September 29, 2016 / 9:37 pm

      Thanks, Diana. And welcome back. I hope you had a wonderful and memorable visit with your folks.

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      • Steven Baird September 30, 2016 / 9:22 pm

        lol, I know what you mean. Now it’s time for your imagination vacation. 🙂

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  3. t.dot November 29, 2016 / 9:07 pm

    Nice visuals!!! Patricia said it best…a photograph couldn’t have done better. 😉

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