The water is scalding. But I have thick skin. Like a rhinoceros. I feel nothing. It’s easier this way. To burn alive and feel nothing. I imagine this is what hell is like.
His voice is so soft, caring. As if from a different man. Not the man I witnessed plunge a knife into a woman’s spine, fold her into her own trunk, then kiss me goodnight.
The drain is slightly clogged. The water doesn’t go down as fast as I want. Looking at its reddish tint, I wonder…
Is it her blood I’m washing off, or my own?
A to Z Challenge theme: A Drabble for a Tag
This year I’m giving you 26 drabbles (100-word stories) using some of my favorite unused or underused tags.
Today’s tag is “accessory to murder.”
Read next: “B” is “bad decisions.”