Story

It was dark, like it always is when the lights go out. But not pitch, just ink.
Some light from the pickers was reaching us somehow. Still, it was dark and I
couldn’t see a thing.

I tried to stay calm. The tightness in my chest meant a black panic was coming.
There was a scrape, the sound of something moving slowly over the rock. My
breathing quickened to the point of hyperventilation.

Vocabulary:
misheard
wreck
achieved
outskirts
eagerly
Strike
Insecurity
Appease
Avarice
Coherent
Forsake
Impeccable
Impertinent
Blasphemy
Insatiable
Gave it away
Shown up
Involving
Deserted

Nobody no crime story

story of a woman named Este, who is killed by her own husband when she finds out
about his infidelity. Unable to prove the husband guilty of Este's murder, the
song's narrator, who is a dear friend of Este, avenges her friend's death by
murdering the husband and erasing all evidences of the murder