Coat, by David Little
“Its a beautiful coat Elizabeth,” Suzy enthused.
Her friend spun around, causing the plum coloured coat that she wore to rise up and fan out. As she spun she watched herself in the three mirrors and felt good. It was the first time in many months when her life seemed to be back on track
“Pity about the blood stains,” she said stopping and opening up the coat to examine the streaks of blood from the shop assistants they had bludgeoned.
“Yeah,” Suzy agreed leaping to her feet. “Lets head over to the shoe store. I fancy some new Birkenstocks.”