Redrum

One night she held a sigh, and released to the zephyr.

She then, took one more closer to the center, as she tortured herself with destructive thoughts.

Cold breeze slips through her silk night gown and her deep black hair covering her face looking down on her hand gripping a knife.

With all anger and hatred, she grunted and then pierced through the kitchen knife to the middle-aged man sleeping on a soft white bed.

*THUD*

As she sat down on their wooden floor to relax herself, throwing away the knife, she hid her face with her forearm and paused.

The whole house was covered by a loud wicked laughter

She crawled to get the knife she threw, after taking it lazily, she stood up.

Going back to the now corpse husband, she covered his cold body with their warm thick white blanket.

The creaking sound of door was slowly opened by their 9-year old son. He took a step inside and stood there filled with confusion.

"Momma, what are you doing?" He innocently asked.