She let her hand fall to the keys, the music came naturally. It flew in her blood. Her fingers played the notes like the heartbeat of an old friend. She let the sounds consume her. Escaping into a world more peaceful than hers. Where there was only music. No people. “I see my lady is back on the keys.” The music stopped abruptly. “Oh sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt you” She gave a slight nod not caring to turn and acknowledge the anonyms figure. “Well, I shall leav-“the stranger started but got cut off by a much more booming voice. “Martin I’m so glad you could make it, how’s your father, I haven’t seen him in a while.” Martin. What a common name. She looked over to find a man (he could hardly be called such), lean and tall with coal black hair. “He’s well, on a business trip. Terribly sorry he couldn’t make it.” His voice sounded nice on her ears. “Oh the old soul, always working” Both men let out a mechanic laugh. He finally turned to look at her “Ah Adeline I see that you’re at it again. Why don’t you play us a tune.” It was more command than request but what else do you expect from a retired commander general. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. Her hands found the keys again but this time played a much darker tune. She slowly let her body sway to the music as they became one. This is all she wanted. To forget her surroundings. Her memories. Her thoughts. To disappear out of existence.  To melt against the backdrop of eternity. This was all she wanted. But her wants were selfish and fate would have no part of it. “Harold! What are you doing here, the guests are asking… Oh Timothy, I didn’t know you had come.” She looked sharply at me. “I apologise for my daughter’s attire. She seemed to have forgotten that we were having company.” Before ‘Martin’ or was it ‘Timothy’ could respond “It’s quite alright. We were just leaving.” The two men exited the room. “Adeline!” She shrieked. “Did I not tell you there would be guests?”



She walked in, no longer in surprise at the body that lay on the floor. Her eyes glazed over the tiny bruises on his face and blackening around the eye. It no longer concerned her, she told herself. The stench of alcohol and vomit had already started to fill the room. She came closer, kneeling next to the now gentle body. Looking closely at the face she once loved, once called home. A plethora of memories hit her hard, but she didn’t have space for them. Her heart was too busy contemplating the actions she was yet to take. Over the past few years she seemed to have lost her sense of right and wrong. Everything had become a dull grey.

What Best Friends are for

Mike, can you do me a favour

Not again, I already told you I was busy tonight and anyways you said you would limit to one per week

Aww come on Mikey that’s what best friends are for

Damn you, fine but last time this week ok

Yeah yeah


Ok yeah. Come I go get the shovel

Say that you promise

Yeah I promise, now hurry up I want to get there before sundown

Kaya say the whole sentence and at least pretend you mean it

Fine damnit, I promise to limit my killings to once a week