EXCERPT

The Dancing Duo

"You and me dance dont we?" asked Josh licking his knife.

"yes, like em people on the ice they show on the TV" replied Rosy, her eyes glued to the TV."yeah, something like that" he says.

He squints hard at the knife again, then he alligns it in front of his head and takes a look at the relection of his bald head in the knife."you checked the refirigerator?" he asks getting up."Nope" she says, now she increases the volume and gets closer to the TV set.

"I am gonna check, you want somethin?"
"yeah, milk and some biscuits"

He leaves the room, and walks gingerly over to the adjoined hallway. " There is a whole lot of work to do" he shouts back on his way. "we still have twenty minutes" she calls back, not missing one frame of action.

Twenty Minutes Later

He sits crouching behind the door while she stands stark naked in the living room as the door to the apartment is being unlocked from the outside. Both Mr and Mrs Schmidt walk through the entrance and stare in astonishment at the naked woman in their apartment. Josh is quick, one blow each to Mr and Mrs Schmidt from the behind and they are both unconsious instantaniously.They never would see, or fell what happens next. Josh and Rosy are not sadistic killers, they liked to be called artists. What met the eyes of a crime scene investigation unit each time was a piece of art, Josh and Rosy made sure of it.

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever" Josh would quote each time he laid out the crime scene.

"Aint I a joy forever?" Rosy would ask as she touched herself, she wouldnt bother that josh never replied to that, she'd ask it anyways.They neatly cut open the bodies, they drew patterns on the ground with the blood. They carried readymade plastic patterns with them that they used often. Sometimes Rosy tried to improvise, but Josh did not like that "Bad girl!" he would admonish when he saw Rosy adding her feces to the pattern. "It adds color honey" she would defend her art. "Hmpfff..." he would frown and go on with what he had in mind.

"You and me, we dance dont we?"
"yup"

"Lets not make this one like the last two" she insists.
"Hmm... why dont we try the rainbow?" he suggest, hands on hips, looking down at two corpses. Mr and Mrs Schmidt; normal people who spent their days in the quiet of the post-retirement silence, were about to be given an artistic farewell.

"Its the idea of making death as beautiful as creation" Josh would say reflecting on his rather unique profession.