Each day, he reappears in the garden in a soft thud - a lone magpie in his oiled mourning coat. 'One for sorrow', they say. His eyes glint with the swell of tears, and when his beak opens for song, he sobs broken crotchets which get lost in the lawn. He knows...
#malingerer
They saw perfect limbs, tanned, shapely, strong, her movement lithe, unhindered. Her flawless skin was never sallow, never beaded with sweat.
This girl was a malingerer.
What they couldn't see was how irreparably broken she was inside, and how deeply those shards had cut.
#manifold
Mary crouched in the field, face burning, lashes clogged, her clothes darkening as grass heavy with rainwater bowed against her.
Her reasons for fleeing were manifold. Father Thomas knew that.
What he didn't know was that this the perfect place for hiding a dead baby.
#multifarious
Ned carefully snipped off the bluebottle's wings. He had collected multifarious pieces for his collage. He watched it stumble away for a moment - for amusement - then tweezered the tiny reflectors, gluing them near the teeth and hair.
The fly would die too.
Eventually.
#murder 1
She was easy to break, bones cracking with monosyllabic snaps. She folded beautifully, still graceful, swan-like. She flowed like water as he tipped her into the river.
His first ballerina.
He rummaged in her bag.
But more importantly, his first pair of ballet shoes.
#movie and #stalk
As a movie star, I get my share of unwanted attention, but now I was being stalked. I lay in the bath to relax but instinctively opened my eyes.
In the steamed-up mirror was a figure wearing my bath robe.
'Yes, but it's your skin I really want to wear.'
#machine and #revenge
Celia loved her large capacity washing machine, but when the repairman charged her £160 just for telling her that SHE had caused the clicking noise by forcing in a superking duvet, she snapped.
In revenge, she pushed him in and set it to Cottons and Super Spin.