It’s Monday, time for a Fiction in 58.
Scene of the Crime
When their conversation grew tense, she tossed a glass of wine at him and ducking, they watched the burgundy stain spread across the carpet. For a time, they simply stepped around it, blissfully ignorant. Until one day, he took tape and masked it off like a crime scene.
“Why would you do that?” she asked.
“Clarity,” he said.