The Witness.
The first thing I knew about it was when I
heard the shouting. It surprised me, as I knew that she had gone out for the
evening and that the house was empty.
I went to my window and looked out, the
snow had just started to fall and I could see footprints leading to the front
door.
A man was lying there.
He seemed to be holding something, a flower maybe.
A man was lying there.
He seemed to be holding something, a flower maybe.
I phoned the police.
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