Her and Him

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The sanguine dress lay on the floor in a pile.  Music played softly on the stereo.  And candles lit the empty room.  It looked like the perfect setting for a romance novel without the people in it.  But this was not a romantic scene.

The adjoined bathroom held three people.  The officer called to the scene and the coroner.  And a woman lay slumped in the bathtub covered in the same sanguine only this really was blood red and not a low cut dress.  The detectives had yet to arrive on the scene, but foul play was suggested by the knife wounds on the body.

The woman was a thirty-year-old single woman who was missing from work the last two days and her boss called for a welfare check as the woman had no family in the area.  The detectives would have their work cut out for them as she had few friends and acquaintances close to her for them to interview.  She largely worked alone in a graphic design business and was the quiet house in the neighborhood.  She was a very private person.

The detectives arrived and began a search of the house, with techs bagging evidence and taking pictures.  They confiscated a laptop and her cell phone.  Just as they were bagging the cell phone it rang.  This may be their first clue.  The detective raised an eyebrow when he saw the caller ID; it simply said “Him.”


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sanguine

Never At Rest

I still see her body

Lifeless in the chair

It was so surreal

Just sitting and talking

Like there wasn’t

A dead body in the room

To say I was uneasy

Is an understatement

But I didn’t know better

To leave the room

When they came to take her

I thought they were not

Gentle enough

When they moved her

She was my mom still

I knew she couldn’t feel

But I watched and wanted

To protect her body

Like she had protected me for years

When they zipped the bag

I turned away

It was final

And I have to see that image

Played over and over

Especially around the holidays

When I miss her most

Her body was laid to rest

But my memories never will be


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – body

Not Right

My body is broken
It doesn’t work right
Is it because of disease
Or are the genetics not right

My mind is out of order
It doesn’t work right
Is it chemicals flowing
Or is the brain just not right

My heart is wrecked
It doesn’t work right
Is it just bad heartache
Or is the muscle not right

My joints are not moving
They don’t work right
Is it the stress I’ve placed on them
Or is the bone not right

My life is in the balance
It is not working right
Is it a bug in the software
Or is the hardware not right

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – hardware

Watching Him

He sit across the room

Unaware…

 

My eyes take him in

All of him

His broad shoulders

His defined chest

With just a little hair

Peeking out of his shirt

His strong legs

The memory of the way

His jeans define his ass

His arms that could encircle me

His hands that could caress me

I could get lost in his eyes

The way they seem to

Look straight into my soul

His lips have just a little pout

I would love to take a nibble of

And when he licks his lips

A part of me shivers

 

Yes, he is unaware of how

I lust for him when

All he does

Is just sit there

And he temps me