When they caught him they’d shut him away.
He’d been sitting next to his latest victim spattered head to foot. Lost in thought. His fingers idly drawing patterns in a pool of blood. Almost playing with it. The knife tossed carelessly aside.
They thought he was crazy, He could see the pity in their eyes, once you looked past the horror and disgust.
They just didn’t understand: he only did for the colour. That colour of colours. The colour of rubies. The colour of life. And fresh blood.
What a pity it dried to such an ugly rust brown.
The 40th edition of the 100wcgu: Ruby.
Stray Thoughts 
Ghoulish but good. Well, actually, pretty sick but still . . .
I like it.
Yes, it is rather ghoulish, especially for me. It was simply the first image that came to my mind for “ruby”.
Nice observation, drying to rust. Well done.
Thank-you kindly.
Oh that made me shiver …. the thought of some one murdering just so that he/she could see the colour of blood.
I guess someone should have given him directions to a shop with painting supplies…
Ooo gory, but very clever!
I was a bit shocked by the goriness myself, but thought I’d write it anyway.
He’s not crazy. What he does makes perfect sense to him. True of all of us. Not that we’re all murderers….
A very good observation. I completely agree.
Love it. Gory but very well done. x
Thanks a lot. I don’t usually do gory, maybe the 100wcgu’ers are having a bad influence on me?
Brilliant. This is just my sort of thing. I love anything about mad people. I only wish you hadn’t had to stop at 100 words!
Thanks. I agree mad people are fascinating, especially when we can see a kind of logic behind their actions: that seems to attract and repel us at the same time.
Dark, I like it. And this is only the ‘latest’ victim, I wonder if he has chosen to be caught?
Good question. I wonder too.
That last line is brilliant.
Thanks. I love colours myself. Not to worry: my favourite is a deep sapphire…
Now having posted a photo of dying tulips which do go dark brown & could almost see this about flowers. However, the pool of blood at the beginning & being locked up gives me the feeling that it isn’t about flowers!
Mercifully they don’t lock you up for cutting flowers, or we’d all be behind bars.