I stared at him, he was so still.
Then the rope - I hadn’t noticed the rope.
The rope from the clothes rack was around his neck.
I ran through to the sitting room and picked up the telephone.
No, supposing I was wrong - another false alarm.
I ran back to the kitchen and looked at his face -
a long string of saliva hung from his mouth.
Yes, he really had done it.
What to do next?
I looked around the room expecting to see
Ian standing in a corner watching my reaction.
My instinct that he was playing a cruel trick