FICTION posted by Rica
She sits down, grabs pen and paper, reviews notes, pics about her plot.
Nero.
Wide smile.
Lips sewn together with red marker.
23 New York, Cubao.
Red gate.
Noose?
Hit-and-run.
Hm.
Asphyxiation.
Yes.
Gouged eyes.
Perfect.
She wipes the pen, starts writing another suspense novel as she throws away a blood-stained rag.
