Eros Horror - Fast Fiction - Play
BANG, BANG....the final nail in the coffin. She pushed until it was hid underneath the four poster bed. She looked around and smiled to herself. She scanned the bedroom, it would be the last time she would see it. Alex's last time had been a few minutes before...right before she placed the lid over his body. She walked to the bathroom, flicked on the light. The cheap bulbs made her look a sickly, yellowish green. The night they shared should have been about love. What it had become involved blood, hate and lust. It left pieces of them both all over the room figuratively and literally. All she could think is “ I, won”. She looked slowly up to the mirror. Trying to hide her smile...she put her hands on the mirror over her reflection. He screamed like a bitch. She leaned in close and kissed herself. Her hands were bloody. Depravity dripped off her fingers. The eyes in the mirror looked down to the right side of the sink. A hand, cut of at the wrist, was lying on the red hand towel, still warm. She picked it up and fit her left hand into it, holding it as if it were the hands of a lover on a walk, or in bed. He could do many things with that hand.

She flung it on the bed outside the bathroom.

She needed to play some more.