Deadly Decor

A short story

Photo by Christie Kim on Unsplash

The body lay facedown on the bohemian rug in the study. Blood from the fatal wound at the back of his head seeped onto the carpet. The weapon, a crystal vase from Tiffany’s, lay shattered in the blood, reflecting rays of crimson in the early morning sunlight streaming through the bay window. His laptop was also on the floor, not far from his body, smashed into the hardwood — the monitor a web of cracks separated from…