I don’t usually start by introducing my piece, but this week I did. The thing is, I think that this is the darkest piece I’ve ever written. And so, before anyone starts reading, I want to assure you that it is all fiction, and, yes, it is dark, so beware. I hope you like it though.
For Trifecta; word of the week: APPEAR
On the outside, I appear normal. Many people do. But what is normal, really? Normal clothes? Normal behaviour? Does a cheap suite, a pair of glasses and a briefcase hide a murderer? Does getting out of the house at eight in the morning, with a mug of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other hide the deep lust of a killer?
Well, it does. Neighbours – people – need very little to perceive normality. A smile, a nod, a well-mannered ‘Good morning,’ and they are happy. Bought. Sold. Taken in.
Who cares that there are ten bodies hidden in my backyard; as long as I go to church every Sunday?
Who cares that I stalked, lusted over, and raped every single one of those blonde corpses in my garden, as long as I host a barbeque every other Saturday?
See? Being normal is easy. I am normal.