by John Xero
They found Charlotte Mills on Sunday, but a dead body is never the beginning.
Today is Monday and jackbooted insistence splinters Julian’s front door. They yell at him, wave their guns, cuff him. But he is not a murderer. Not yet.
Harry Mills killed Charlotte last Friday, not the first notch on his knife, but the closest to his heart. He framed Julian, the quiet neighbour.
On Friday Julian was building the Final Bomb.
What God created in days Julian will destroy in hours.
The countdown has begun. There will be no more murders. No more Mondays. No more anything.
Author bio: John Xero has an alibi. He was writing when it happened. Or, at least, he should have been... In reality he was probably on Twitter.