Calla rushed into the room, sweat dripping down her body. Gasping for breath, she grabbed hold of the door for support. Looking at the cuts and bruises on her, he asked in distress, ‘What happened?’
She giggled, it was monstrous, like the laugh of something inhuman. She replied, ‘I killed somebody.’
He stared at her; mouth wide open in shock. Unable to register what she had just said. Slowly her words struck him like a hard blow to the stomach.
‘Shhhh’, she whispered, putting a finger on her mouth.
'What a thing murder is, it makes some so happy yet some so sad. Be insane with me, my darling.'