The dead man lay on the floor, like you do, I suppose, when you’re dead. Still. He lay there very still. I watched for any sign of movement. I’d heard that bodies will sometimes twitch now and again after death. I watched the fingers. My fingers are the only parts of me that ever twitch. His didn’t.
In all truth, I found the whole thing very boring, the murder, that is. I tried to remember why I’d done it. There was something, something I had to do afterward, something important…
Well, whyever I did it, I’m sure I’ll remember eventually.
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