Flash fiction - a story in 100 words or less.
He walked over to the hotel door and clocked the lock shut. Then moving back saw the wife perched on the edge of the bed, distraught.
"I can't believe he's gone."
"He didn't suffer, if that's any consolation."
"Who would do this?" She pleaded.
She was a good looking woman he thought, still young enough to remarry. Shame.
"The police could be here any moment."
"But I thought that you were.." her voice trailed off as she realised she was in the room with her husbands and now her, killer.
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