A woman’s silhouette, her features obscured by the darkness, moved outside the window – her presence impossible, for she had died ten years ago.
He sat up in bed, disturbed by this strangely unwarranted intrusion. He looked around for unusual signals, but there were none.
Yet, he could not gather the courage to get up and open the window before daybreak.
The world seemed to shatter in the morning light as he read the cryptic message scrawled on the mirror in a bold, red lip crayon – “Do you think she is dead because you killed her?”
Whose lip crayon was this, as it was a bachelor’s pad where women had not entered for quite some time?

Whose’ indeed.
Hope you continue with this tale, it’s got me engaged.
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Thanks for the engagement! 🤗
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Yes indeed… very intriguing!
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Thanks so much!
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I like how his conscience is being reminded to repent with the writing on the mirror.
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Karma comes back to bite in different ways.
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Oh yes. And yes, again. Very good.
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Thanks again and again, Misky! 😀
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Ooh, so intriguing
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome
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An interesting story
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Thanks, Robbie!
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