Thanks to dear Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Brenda Cox for the photo.
ROOMS WITH A VIEW
It was his turn to settle the debt between them, she was now an heiress. Finally they had an assignation. She leaned towards him to hear his quiet voice and he thrust the knife between her ribs, silenced for ever.
Lunch time in the sleepy town square, the meal always taken at noon. The towns people all at home, taking the soup to the table, tucking napkins under chins, soupspoons lifted halfway to their pursed lips. Madame Valerie heard a shrill scream. ‘What was that?’ she asked her husband.
The police had many witnesses, as all the towns people had a perfect sight line from their apartment windows onto the square.