Sun bright.
Autumn cool.
Cul-de-sac road.
Two story colonial home.
White.
Pine forest all around.
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Pickup truck in driveway.
Driver’s door open.
Engine running.
Cell phone on seat.
One text message.
“He’s with her now!”
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House’s front door thrown wide.
Entrance foyer.
Pine wood floor.
Shotgun shell.
Empty.
Dining room to the right.
Chair shattered.
Tabletop scored by lead pellets.
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Doorway into kitchen.
Droplet of red on tile floor.
Granite counter tops.
Neat and tidy.
Wood block knife holder.
One slot empty.
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Through the house toward the back.
Crimson petals the floor.
Bottom of stairs.
A woman’s house shoe.
Empty shotgun shell.
Stairway railing shattered.
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Top of stairs.
Bedroom on right.
Door open.
Room empty.
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Hallway.
Photos on the wall.
Blond man, blond woman, blond children.
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Bathroom on right.
Broken door hanging on frame.
Shotgun shell.
Still smoking.
Shower curtain shredded.
Red splatters…
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