This clever little piece of fiction was Baz Baron’s entry in a recent competition for which the subject was “blank canvas”:
It was a conscious decision to choose the new moon of Hallowe’en to perform the most gruesome of crimes. The blade of the linoleum knife glinted like a diamond as the killer slithered by an un-curtained window in the once old vicarage library. The victim had long since rid himself, to his detriment, of his tools of trade, snaps, radio and holstered Smith & Wesson in the top drawer of the hall table.
Now in the sight of a motionless hairline just above the high backed blood red leather fireside chair, the killer paused when a log dropped sending a crackle of sparks upward.
Once the deathly silence returned, the killer dropped his shoulders on his final approach having noticed a flicker of flame lick the contents of a side table and highlight an empty tumbler next to the half-empty Bourbon bottle.
The killer had already planned his next move. Penetrate the stomach with the movement of a raptor’s claw. Twist. Pull upwards. Jerk contents onto victim’s lap. Watch in glee as innards flow like molten lava onto the fireside rug.
‘How nice of you to prepare breakfast dear. I didn’t hear you come in last night. What kept you?’
‘Writer’s block dearest I needed to put the Red Dragon to bed.’
‘And did you manage it?’
‘Yes, my darling. Now I can put something on that next blank page. I already have a title. It’ll be the sequel.’
‘Oh, you are a clever man. What will you call it, Thomas?’
‘Silence of the Lambs’ dear. Now, eat your bacon and eggs there’s a love.’