Must admit, the thaw’s come sooner than expected. Caught me by surprise a bit, but I’ll manage. Was hoping the big freeze would go on for a few more weeks. Would’ve given me a bit more breathing space. Still, I reckon I’m ready. The village pond should be clear of ice by this time tomorrow. That’s when they’ll find her body. Bound to come knocking on my door, considering who she is. Course, they won’t find any traces of her here, not now. As for an alibi, mine’s watertight. You’d expect that though, considering I know exactly when she died.
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers