Perfect

[Robert Crisman]

Perfect, the crime, the plan, execution.

Perfect, the ease with which he'd disposed of the body, erased the accounts and all the digital memories extant.

Perfect, the distraught, bewildered, forthcoming responses he gave the police and the man sent around by her family.

Perfect, the fears that started to nibble, the echoed What Ifs, the knowledge that even the least little thoughts leave their tracks.

Perfect, the pictures that flashed in his brain: the odd light in his eyes or a twitch or a tic at inopportune moments; stutters provoked by perhaps-not-so-innocent questions...

Perfect, the whispers of info dredged up from the dust motes, the silence of footsteps that relayed the news, the somnulent memories sparked to white heat and the crowds brought from sleep to a plaza; that last scream replayed, her leeched face masked rictus, the snick of long knives, the lasered hatred of armies and armies, revenge closing in on perfection...

[Angela]

I liked the inclusion of digital memories, what ifs, and the evidence of little thoughts.  Whispers of dust motes was a terrific image.  All-around great, Robert.

[Mike Handley]

Damn, Homes ... This is creepy good. It brings to mind The Scream, or at least it makes me want to illustrate it similarly.

[Bev Goodman]

Wow ! What a 'perfect' and powerful piece.