South Circular
‘Phew!’ he sighed. ‘That was a close one!’ A lone figure stood on the banks of the pond, hands in pockets, quietly whistling, staring deep into the dark water. Robert sat down on a bench. She turned. ‘Hello,’ said Robert. ‘Good evening,’ she replied cheerily. Robert flinched as he re-considered murder. ‘Fantastic circus,’ chuckled Maggie, slightly awkwardly. They had never been friends. Robert reached for the rope. Maggie continued to stare down at the water. He got up. She looked round. His face tightened. She took a step back. He lunged and pulled out the rope. She opened her mouth to scream, but Robert whipped the rope around her neck, and pulled. She gasped for air. RHe gently pushed her into the water. With his foot he pressed against her face until it was completely submerged. Robert walked calmly back to his house. He cooked himself a simple soup and drank it until his mouth was no longer dry. Afterwards, he sat on the carpet, meditating, and reflected on his day.
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