A Killer Party...
The mood was set. While displaying vodka jelly shots on a boob-shaped platter, I looked up at the noose hanging from above my head. Children playing outside stopped to stare through the window, whispering among themselves. I could almost read their minds: "They turned their lounge into gallows..." Smiling wryly, I was actually looking forward to curious glances once they had told their parents. In our circles, my wife and I were renowned for discussing the strangest of topics. Murder was a new dark alley we wanted to explore... Before anyone calls the cops or searches for Horatio Caine's cell number, we mean this in a literary sense. The guests arrived. Wide smiles dimmed and hands holding up wine bottles lowered when they took in the scene. Like a credit card ad catch-phrase, the expressions were priceless . Our murder mystery night had begun. Off with their heads!!