His hands were red. The metallic, coppery smell still hung in the air. It was messy but he still had a lot of time left, with her. He grinned to himself as he headed towards the kitchen and helped himself to a cold beer. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he imagined what lay in store for the woman in the basement, over the next few days.
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“The museum has brought the deadline forward,” the message from his agent said. “They need the sculpture by the weekend”.
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**This micro fiction in its unedited form was published earlier in http://tiny-tidbits.blogspot.hk/
Gauri dons many hats. Of a wife, a mom, a teacher and more. Apart from working as a full time English teacher in Hong Kong, she also raises and nurtures two children. Her family means the world to her and life is a happy roller coaster ride. She blogs at http://tiny-tidbits.blogspot.hk/. Originally intended as a means to preserve memories for posterity, Tiny Tidbits now plays host to a wide range of issues, thoughts, musings, raves and rants.