It was a hot night in the middle of summer. You had just got back from the gym to find flowers at your doorstep.
"Who could have left these here" you thought aloud as you picked the flowers up. You pondered on it for a moment as you unlocked your front door and went inside your apartment.
You put the flowers in a vase then turned the news on the tv and put the vase of red roses on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"12:38.." you said as you read the time on the stove.
Part 1.
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The flower murder
Teen FictionTHIS IS A POV STORY! New parts everyday! There is cursing and possibly some sexual references.
