Love what you did with this prompt, Jack – but particularly because you blacked out the gore, and turned it into a sonnet! Hmmm… not sure where I can take this (maybe turn it into a series of Haiku?). But seriously – earlier today I was having to read about a particularly gruesome murder most horrid, involving an ex-bikini model/white witch, Exit Mould (as mace) and electric cord garrotting, accusations of exorcisms and demon-hunting, murder of a father by a mother, in front of their young son – then driving around for hours with the body in the boot and the kids in the back seat – for a family picnic! Except this story was real … and work- related… So I may have to let this one rest a few days, before I can deal with the trauma of an imagined murder story…