She stood there in the middle of the room and stared at the green wall. The rays of the afternoon sun sipped in through the large window on her right and cast shadows of the burglar proofing onto the green wall.
She looked out the window and stared at the branches and leaves as they swayed gently with the soft wind. She looked back at the wall and could still see them. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them. She could still see the little spots of blood on the wall. Their colour was completely faded out and concealed by the fresh green coat of paint but their memory stuck.