What is going on? Am I crazy?
She did the only thing she could think of.
She called in sick.
Paddling down the stairs, her palm grabbed the round cannon ball-shaped newel cap at the end of the handrail. She turned to head to the kitchen and stopped.
The portrait was turned backwards, facing the stairs.
"Stay there," she said, scooping up the dog at her heel and heading into the kitchen. She made sure Pip was safe in his crate.
There was no way she was going to be scared out of wits by a piece of canvas and globs of oil paint. And there was no way she was going to let it frighten her Pip.
She ran to the cabinet under the kitchen sink, slung open the door, and pulled out a black garbage bag.
"I'll fix you," she said.
Resoluteness shown in each bold step. She stopped in front of the portrait. Her face registered horror.
The canvas was sliced diagonally from corner to corner.
"I really had you going, didn't I?"
She turned around just in time to see the reflection of the intruder's knife blade before it deftly pierced the soft skin of her torso.
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Love Songs in a Minor Key: A Collection of Short Stories
General FictionThe first volume of short stories in the Love Songs collection. Many of the stories in this collection focus on the theme of love and how it sometimes goes wrong. A large collection of stories that run the gamut from humorous to tragic. 1. Love Song...
