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Sandwich ....

It was just an another day for Bertie, a small girl of 4, getting ready to go to school.
"Mummy, please fix a sandwich for  me", she called today, just the same way as she had been doing since she had started going to school.
This morning was seemingly much different though the little girl had no inkling of the recent development that would bring her life to a new place.
As she proceeded towards her mother, with slight agitation due to no response of any kind, she found her sleeping peacefully, sprawled with hands by her side in a deep stupor but oddly; with her eyes open.
She could see the over-boiled milk foaming on the gas stove, the normally neat shelf untidy and chaotic, with jar of jelly, butter and loaf of bread lying all over the floor. A step ahead she could see her father sitting on a white stool with blood shot eyes, face gone pale, colorless and  transformed cream white  with a knife gripped tight dripping blood on the floor.

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