It was a good guess they had the same on tile rest of you.

You know, they'll have had a night out on the tiles.

I stood on the tiles in front of the house as they disappeared and considered what to do.

Heart beginning to pound, he continued forward, eyes on the tiles in the floor.

And blood there was, slippery on the tiles of the floor.

I sat down hard on the ancient tiles, because suddenly there wasn't a chair under me.

The cold rattle of glass on tile seems to last for a long time.

"That's fresh blood on the tiles, right in front of the door."

No sound but the click of his boots on the tiles.

His boots slipped on the tiles, and he decided it might be a good idea to think about getting back down into the street himself.