Harsh light escaped from the open fridge where rancid butter, wilted carrots and mouldy yoghurt beckoned.
Other pervasive odours lingered in the kitchen.
Was that a body hidden in the shadows?
As I approached the fridge, I glimpsed the gleam of a knife.
But it was already too late. (277 chars)
I’m a bit late for this weeks Twittering Tales as I’m just catching up from a weekend in Geneva. More of that later!