#TheKiss
Sunday|March| 8:30AM
Mrs. Whitehall slowly made her way out to her flat to the front door to get the daily Paper; wearing a long nightgown under her peach-coloured dressing gown. The temperature was chilly like usual, but there was a cheery undertone even with the usually grim weather. She had a smile on her face like most days, greeting her neighbour cheerily as she knelt carefully not to strain her hip picking up the newspaper.
She made her way back in, closing the door behind her and placing the unread Paper on her kitchen table. She made herself some tea and decided to read the Paper while she drank it.
"Oh my!" The older woman gasped on her seat, gawking at the photo on the Frontpage.
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The Criminal Investigation Department