Becoming aware of the sound of silence, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. “Where am I?”, I thought. I remember going out with friends last night for drinks at the pub. I think I left around midnight, slightly drunk. Did I make it home? I remember the cab dropping me off at the end of my private road and I walked up the drive. Suddenly, there was someone there. A knife at my throat making one smooth cut. I looked quickly at my killer and mouthed one word. Why? Now I know, death has no light or sound.
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Barbara Gode Wiles
Barb is a young widow, having lost her husband and best friend at the age of 58. She is now devoted to her two daughters and her two beautiful granddaughters. Her dog is a constant companion.
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