The Christmas Guest

by Peter Swanson

I killed Ashley Smith that Christmas Eve. This was back when I was called Emma Chapman.

HUHHHH

“If we’re going to do this, Emma, then let’s make sure that Ashley’s last few days are good ones. A little Christmas cheer, a little romance, a couple of good snogs. Least we can do, right?”

WHHAAATTTT

asked him why and he shrugged and said he liked the look of blood. “It changes color after a while. At first, it’s bright red and then it turns brown, like the color of dirt. Blood ages.”

Dexter