Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Drabble: Alibi


You scramble to unlock and open the door with one clean hand. Into the closet goes the bloody wrench. You scrub your hand raw under scalding water.

Heavy pan on the stove, turn the flame to medium. In goes olive oil, half a pat of butter, chopped garlic, onions. The smells mix and mingle, filling the house.

You answer the knock on the door.

"Ma’am, we have a few questions to ask about your whereabouts this afternoon."

"Come on, Bob, you smell that house? She’s been cooking all day."
The door closes, and you sigh with relief. Works every time.

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