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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!

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