A determined killer? An angry neighbour? Someone demanded attention.
Curiosity won the battle. I turned the handle.
Looking like a pin in a loaf,she was in an over-sized trench coat.
Her heels were red. Blood red. As were her lips.
I could almost picture crimson drip…
She stared at me. And grinned.
“I’ve got nothing underneath”, she beamed.
“This is insane. I only just met you yesterday”, I stammered.
“And you get to eat me today, she replied.”
I thought she meant “rare”. That was an experience I was yet to dare.
She walked through me. Almost did. I jumped back, foolishly and belatedly inviting her in.
“Any Cabernet? I remember you love it…”
“I might have a bottle. Or two. Shall I bring it or will you come through?”
“Pop it. Pour it. Intoxicate me. So you don’t think I’m easy.”
I brought the poison. Left the glasses.
“Shall we drink in the nude?”, she asked.
With desire seeping out my pores, I bent to pull down my draws.
She smashed the bottle on my head, didn’t fuck me but robbed me instead.