Let me set the scene. A warm Spring afternoon. A fridge desperately short on cold and delicious nectar of the Gods. I dutifully went to replenish the supply. The large case was encased in shrink wrapped plastic. I carefully select a knife to slice through the plastic, nothing too sharp. I can’t risk damaging the goods. I carefully place the dull blade upon the rigid plastic. I press down… AND… POP! A loud explosion. Sweet, cool, bubbly liquid erupts. I have done the unthinkable.
I have punctured the heart and soul of the one I love so dearly. And in the aftermath… This is all that remains.
Love kills… And this is the evidence.