His boots scuffed towards me. I felt dust settle gentle on my skin.
“Well, what have we here?”
Whisky breath stained my nostrils.
“What can I do for you little lady? Hell, I see you’re no lady... I ain’t no gentleman neither, so it’s all about what you can do for me.”
I tasted the heat of his desire sour in my mouth.
“What’s your name Honey?”
“Anathema.” Yes, he was mine alright.
“What you doin’ here, alone?
He leaned close and pawed at me.
I snapped his neck with long practiced ease.
“I’m cursed to kill creeps throughout eternity.”
This was written for Stevie McCoy's Tuesday Tales 59 over at Glitterword