Adorably framed, her pictures hang peacefully around their living room. They bring life into the room. Every one captures her happy memories. She's bubbly. It's her birthday today. The family is celebrating ; her memorial instead. Sadness written all over their faces, her physical absence is tangible. A life not lived had already been taken. I took it. This is about a couple that lost their first child and this seemed like a test on their relationship. Does love always prevail? 

They came, guns blazing.  Shem’s boys who were in the car drove off after hearing the sirens.  Shem was confused, bang! bang!  Two shots on the chest.  He fell. A pool of blood formed around him. She ran to him, “I love you, come with me”, he choked handing her the knife. Disgusted she stood back, watching the life drain from his eyes, his blood in her hands.

I think its turn to stalk myself; perhaps I'll find me. When you dig a trap hole for your neighbour, make
sure it is not too deep for you to get out of it. And in going after what you want, make sure you don't
lose yourself.