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My face became void of any color as I see the fridge door open and thru it white light shining in the dark kitchen, the only light source, illuminating the liquid puddle on the floor right in front of the fridge.
The window in the kitchen was left open from where the speedy winds were entering, making the little kitchen curtain fly in all sorts of directions, coming in contact with the spoons hanging on the wall beside the window and causing them to create the clinking noise which would be the sound I heard before.
Under the only light of the appliance and the rest of the kitchen dark, I could somewhat make out the color of the puddle to be deep crimson in shade.
Red puddle. Is that what I think it is?
