It felt like summer
The birds were singing
Bees were buzzing
The roses were in full bloom
He lay dead
The aroma of freshly baked cakes filled the room
The steak knife had broken going through his chest
He would have a guarantee for that knife, she thought
Him being so efficient
She decided he should be in bed
But the blanket looked silly sitting on top of the knife
A nice hole in the blanket sorted that
Then she realised she could have just put him on his side
I could have put you on your side, darling
He didn’t answer
That was another one of her pet hates, being ignored
I suppose I’ll be making dinner then
You’ll be wanting your steak well done
A bit like yourself
Well done
It felt like summer
The birds were singing
Bees were buzzing
The roses were in full bloom
He lay six foot under them.