Ok, so it looks like I am officially doing weekly posts for the Microfiction Mondays, please note that like the short stories this could lapse into biweekly at any time. This microfiction was to base a story in an apartment in the middle of the afternoon. it got dark, fast, and its got a death warning.

The apartment was clean, excessively so.  Everything was perfectly arranged so that it could double as one of the spreads in the neat stack of magazines sitting on the fingerprint free glass top of the coffee table.  The bed was made, the dirty laundry in the hamper, and the breakfast dishes already washed sat drying in the rack by the sink.  The only item out of place was a lone travel mug of coffee on the counter, whose insulation would keep it hot for hours longer than the body in the living room would stay warm.


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