Midnight red high heels led to thin marble ankles. Her vanilla yellow skirt, like drapes; covering everything else I could see.

The blood pooled in my lungs, the slug from the Walther p38 had moved on with its final destination in mind.

Ingret laid her pretty blonde bombshell down beside my immovable face, my spirit fought to hold on to its last moments; even being of betrayal and wrath.

I lay dying, but the purple outline of her soulless eyes showed my abuse had robbed her of life ages ago.

I’d do it all over again just to see those eyes.