Berta peaked through the blinds in her bedroom. An ambulance was parked outside her neighbour's house. A stretcher was wheeling Joy into the ambulance. A limp arm slipped out from underneath a white sheet.
She smiled and went back to bed. At noon, she ran a bath. Pulling her hair up, she applied make up and finished it off with red lipstick. She hung a long champagne coloured silk dress from the bathroom door and slid into a bubble bath.
Twenty minutes later, Berta was in a taxi. At Brighton Palace Pier, she took her time walking towards a donut stand. With the hot treat in her hand, she walked all the way to the end of the pier.
The wind wipped around her, creating goosebumps all over her body. She felt twenty years younger, and looked it too.
After every kill, her body filled with energy. A familiar body emerged next to her. Greta was her oldest friend and lover.
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