Lady in red
She wore a red figure hugging dress that left little to the imagination. Her hair was black, long and silky. She stood staring at her latest victim. “It’s done”, she mumbled to herself. The sound of the fatal gunshot still echoed. A young man, dressed in a well tailored suit, laid in a pool of blood. His vision became clouded as he Gasped, trying to catch his last breath. As the soul parted ways with the flesh, his body slowly turned cold. By then the grip he had on the black suitcase slowly weakened. Calm as she could be, her thoughts swiftly drifted of to the hours that led to this mans despair. He sat at the end of the bar, running his finger on the rim of the glass and gazing at his golden brown brandy, as though he was lost somewhere in thought. Then suddenly his nose caught a pleasant floral scent that broke his chain of thought. At the corner of his eye, he caught a glance of a majestic being approaching the bar. It was a lady in red. He cracked a subtle smile an
