A dark room and a bolted door. Sylvia is pressed against her lover, she likes skin against skin. Sylvia wonders could he be the one, yet deep down knows it won't last long. She slides her fingers through his golden hair and whispers 'Do you hate what I am?'
A drunken Sylvia turns away. Hurls her glass and laughs as it shatters, then yells 'damn them all.' Sylvia wants what she wants and she can't change.
Sylvia feels dazed and confused as she thinks about her lover and if he ever knew her at all. With a gentle kiss, Sylvia touches his face before she ascends. Scanning the body, Sylvia reaches for the blood stained knife.
we have some vicious femme fatales stalking the Fridayflash path and yours is no exception. xx
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading x
ReplyDeleteIts very chilling loving warm sensual all rolled into one very dark I LOVE IT! X
ReplyDeleteThank you, Im glad you love it :-)
ReplyDeleteOy, something like this once happened in my neighbourhood. Wonderful drawing of the character.
ReplyDeleteOh wow, what a coincidence. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteA blood stained knife will get my attention every time.
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