1 picture prompt. 100 word flash fiction. Several authors participating. Check the others out here.
The morning light drifted through the window. She stood there, wearing a simple satin slip that left little to the imagination, soaking up the early morning rays. He was supposed to come home last night. She'd stayed up all night waiting, anxiety growing each time her calls went to voicemail. This was not like him.
Cars honked in the street below, commuters on their way to work. Laughter drifted up to her, but it sounded wicked this morning. This twisted, unusual morning.
A hesitant knock at her door set her heart pounding. She knew what the door was hiding; Death.