Prompt from YoughaltheJust: Gently falling snow.
The snow fell gently on the quiet countryside.
The snow fell on a young man, his throat gruesomely slashed, gasping for his final breaths.
The snow fell on the gun fallen from his hand, two bullet casings lying spent in the snow.
The snow fell on a young woman, already dead, her look of horror and despair marred by a single bullet.
The snow fell on a pair of footprints, another dragging beside them, both grimly followed by an Inspector who knew he had arrived too late.
The snow fell on a tangle of branches, beneath which a doctor huddled, holding his companion close to his chest and repenting the rash action which could still cost him everything.
The snow fell gently on the quiet countryside - covering a multitude of sins.