The night before

A very short story, a who done it maybe, or not as the case maybe

Sitting on the edge of my bed
head bowed, trying hard to remember
the night before.

Had we fought?
eyes sore, I looked down at the floor
strewn with empty beer cans and cigerettes.

Carpet stained, with red puddles
a knife I hold in my hand
dropping it, it clatters on the floor
splatters bloodstains up the wall.

A tear runs down my cheek
footsteps approach my door
loud

Knock Knock

Arrested now, bound in chains
if only I could remember
the night before.

Reviews

[claudia1201]

id rather prefer to think this is fiction..deep very deep..

[Terra]

unfortunately I have taken those I love for granted.You never know what you have until you lose it.

[Karli Janelle]

this is intense! good job:)

[Lilly]

Interesting, gripping write...
Love the photo that you put with this also

[Psycho-delic Shawn]

That wonderful picture sent me here. Couldn't resist. But I should have read this one first and the other last. Hopefully it was just a couple of giant rats you killed and it's PETA putting under arrest. (Sorry animal lovers :0) but if not, boy oh boy oh boy are you in trouble. Such a sad story.

[PoppySilver]

Eerie hon! The aftermath of something that seems a dream state!
Perfectly executed!
xx

[imagination101]

This was an excellent story!

[Lindsey]

I really liked reading this, it made mr think of people I know and what has happend and what could ahppen.

[Adelia Alighieri]

Sheer poetry. Brilliant job, I loved it!

[Disillusioned]

Well written. And this is why I don't drink!