Killing Him Softly With Her Love
Her hair fanned out on the pillow moved as she stirred from her slumber. Slowly getting up, she shuffled her way into the shower, the heat of the water turning her pale skin red. Soap whirled down the drain as she stepped onto the tile floor heading towards her closet. Glancing at the clock she quickly slipped on a velvet dress and a pair of heels. Walking out the door she saw her neighbor. He gave her a shy smile, her heart doing somersaults at the small gesture.
He seems so naive, she thought, killing him might actually be fun.
© Gabriella Mejico