Behind Closed Doors

by B.A. Paris

anything that is less than perfect—isn’t an option.

‘I have nothing but contempt for men who are found to be violent towards their wives,’

‘What colour will it be?’ asks Diane. ‘Red,’ says Jack. ‘It’s her favourite colour.’

Red flag - pun intended

The worst thing about these small forays into normality was the hope they gave me, because in public Jack reverted to the man I had fallen in love with.

there was something about the matter-of-fact way he spoke that was chilling.

can’t help thinking it’s a shame he’s such a sadistic bastard, because he has wonderful manners.

and when I remembered how I had truly believed, on the strength of a beautiful yellow bedroom, that somewhere deep inside him lay a tiny shred of decency, I wept at my stupidity.

In her mind, where the line between fact and fiction is often blurred, murder is simply a solution to a problem.