She tapped her foot; smoking and waiting. Nervously glancing about the room.
Peter watched her from the bar – wary, patient.

Her pulchritude beckoned,
pulled him to her.

They locked eyes and he glimpsed her tortured soul.
Entranced, he stood to go to her,
sensing that she already knew who he was.

The window cracked when the bullet passed thru,
audibly leaving the tracks of a spider web in its wake.
She dropped and was gone; long before chancing to realize her own mortality.

Peter slipped the envelope back into his jacket pocket and turned away,
looking for a back door.





13 thoughts on “Rendezvous

  1. I thoguht only boys had pulchritudes.

    Seriously, though, you captured a sort of… pregnant (wrong adjective?) moment immediately before a death effectively. Ripe moment? Damn… Now I’m going tospend my evening trying to figure out what adjective I was reaching for…

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  2. whoa. talk about a lesson in staying far, far away from love at first sight/nothing is as it appears to be, and all that jazz. you ever think of going into the fairytale/moral-tale business?

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    • Thanks – I’m pleased that you like it. I’ve been admiring your work for awhile as we tend to show up at a few of the same events.


  3. Wow, I sense there’s a much larger story in there. There’s many different possible backgrounds to this. Why would he approach her if she was supposed to be shot? Hmm. You’ve got me asking a lot of questions, and that’s good. A very compelling story!

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