Red roses

The girl lay at the edge of the pond, her face in the mud. No trace of blood anywhere. Anyone who uses this road does so at their own risk, was written on a sign between the trees. A dead person in the morgue got an erection and the king of the mafiosi was shot down in a side street of the Keyserlei, with three shots. That was no big deal, he was walking around with death in his shoes anyway. A v*********r hummed Kili kili watch watch in the pedestrian tunnel while Fatima dangled from a lamppost two streets away, with the Boston Strangler's knot around her neck. All the windows in the town hall were lit up. Cold rain fell from a steel-gray sky. The commissioner listened to the seagulls, which meowed like kittens. He got the famous lights of the Scheldt for free.