Style 1 Or Style 2

Style 1

He was happy. He inserted his key in the door lock. He opened the door. He flicked on the switch. He saw her standing there. He saw the knife in her hand. Her eyes were sad. She looked determined. He fell to the floor. He cried. She slashed him. He lay there. His blood ran onto the floor. She left. She took the knife with her. She had no remorse. He had cheated on her. He had deserved it.

She disposed of the knife in a lake. She drove to the next town. She stopped at a diner. She had coffee and pancakes with bacon on the side.

Style 2

He hummed under his breath, a tune he could not recognize. The air outside was cool, causing an involuntary shrug of his shoulders. He fumbled in his pocket and fished out the key. He entered and his hand went to the switch by the door. Light flooded the room and he fell back as he saw her, the light glinting on the blade of the carving knife she held in her hand, which was poised over the shoulder, ready for use.

“I…I…Diane…I…”

“You cheated on me, Dave! I’ve been waiting for you!”

She moved with a speed he hadn’t know she was capable of, her raised hand moved with lightning speed and Dave’s chest turned red.

“Arrhh…” He screamed; a scream that was cut short as Diane bent down and slashed the knife a second time across his throat.

She checked to make sure he was dead. She wiped the knife on the kitchen towel, and left with the knife and the kitchen towel.

Her face was still, her eyes clear and there wasn’t a tremor in her lips, as she walked down the street on the dark side, to the rented car that was parked around the corner. She drove a hundred miles in the night, to the lake. She found a rock by the shore. She walked along the pier, the cold night air causing her no trouble at all, as she threw the towel, with the rock and knife in it, with all her might, into the lake.

She drove another hundred miles, and as the first rays of the sun started to break through, she walked into the truck stop diner, and asked for coffee and pancakes, with bacon on the side.


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