Her nails were painted.
She probably had them done just a couple of days ago. The bright red polish glistened on her perfectly filed fingernails. She had her toes done too.
Was she preparing for the holiday season? Had she begun her Christmas shopping yet? Was she making a list of new year’s resolutions?
It didn’t matter anymore.
She was lying there. The cold metal table provided the platform for her lifeless, still body. …