Yours Truly

Clack...clack...clack...

Blood-soaked black heels clacked against the marble floor as she moved across the room to the end where he sat on the chair, shocked. His life flashed before his eyes before he fell to the floor and begged with desperation. "Please...please stop...I've made a grave mistake...I won't do it again", he cried out with tears streaming down his pathetic face.

Such a talented person getting caught in measly drug scandals, was quite shocking. It was a shame, but not very surprising. After all, men will be men, unable to hide their desires. Spinning the revolver in my nimble hand, the woman aimed the muzzle towards his head and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew through his head, piercing it audibly. Blood splattered against the white curtain behind him, bathing it in red.

Sliding the blood-stained curtains away, she slid the terrace doors open to a wonderful breezy night. Very paradoxical compared to this bloody situation. However, she had to bring back a steaming hot cup of cocoa back to her two lovely younger step-brothers and in order to do so, she must wrap this up.Taking out a dark blue shiny card, she signed it with a silver pen and put it down on the glass table.

With her work completed, she lifted one leg across the terrace railing and then the other. Her black dress behind her and her legs hanging, she jumped off the terrace and disappeared into the cloudy night. The clouds slowly closed in signaling a big shower and the cats took shelter in cardboard boxes nearby. The wind started blowing and whistling causing the terrace curtains to ruffle.

As the wind grew stronger, papers and documents left open flew around and some fell to the floor. The shiny blue card slipped from the table and landed upside-down on a pool of blood revealing a matte black spade. Under the spade was the signature, written boldly in silver...

Yours truly...