Silence. Except for the dripping. So this is what it’s like to die, he thought. He moved slightly, and the knife grated against his ribs. If only he’d put the garbage out when she’d asked him the first time, or the second, or the third…
Jackie has written three (unpublished) novels, and is also a mosaic artist and tutor, when she’s not working at her “proper” job at a training agency.