My Entry into Week 105 #Zapfic Writing Contest by @felt.buzz.
Prompt: Contempt
RED
It was late. The door shut loudly.
Shuffled steps preceded a dead weight into the bed.
The smudge of lipstick on his crumpled lapel told more than the whiskey on his breath.
She fingered the revolver under the pillow, would it be tonight?
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