anonymous
2011-01-10 18:59:10 UTC
Life was beautiful, but even more beautiful was the feeling of a racing pulse turning cold under her finger tips. She was aching for a chance to feel that thrill again for that familiar itch was begging to be scratched. Watching as ignorant people walked through her shadow, she stood waiting, tapping her cheek impatiently. Who would deserve to die next? Was it the noble business man pretending he wasn’t eagerly searching for a woman in one of her alleyways, or was it the wife she saw parading into the same casino every night, taking trip after trip to the ATM machine?
Smiling, she joined the world again, strolling along, surrounded by her future victims. Yes, life was beautiful.