PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The world was swollen that night, heavy snow turning hedges and curbs to fat pillows. Beneath were the same thorns, the same sharp corners to catch unwary toes.
As she looked across a garden glazed white, she realised that was what her marriage had always been – pristine to the casual observer, while beneath that shallow surface …
Despite everything, she saw beauty in those contrasts of soft and sharp, sweet perfection and hidden terror.
Her favourite contrast lay beyond the misted window pane. Crisp, white snow, smeared and speckled crimson.
Her grip slackened around the knife’s bone handle.