The Perfect Shade of Red

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
The perfect shade of red is so very difficult to obtain.

Submitted: March 05, 2019

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Smoking at a bathroom window. How adolescent. She pursed her lips, careful to exhale away from the plant struggling for life on the narrow windowsill. It was an innocent thing, an honest thing.

Unlike this condo. Buildings and people plastered over flaws, erected fancy facades, but their base origins always bled through. This condo was nothing but an aging cheap motel paying off its facelift through association fees.

He was like his condominium, unsavory intentions hiding behind a facade of courtesy. ‘I’m a surgeon,’ he told her, ‘specializing in the intricacies of the human hand.’ He praised hers, caressed hers. Admired the delicacy of her fingers and the chaste charm of her naked nails, innocent of lacquer and buffed to a glow.

Even as he pinned her to the bed, his own well-groomed hands compressing the tiny bones in her wrists, his hot, alcohol-tainted breath flickered praise across her cheek. He seemed pleased when she smiled into his eyes. His eyes went wide when she freed herself with a twist of the arms he held so cruelly. His eyes went wider when her hungry nails broke through his skin.

She took another drag and glanced back in through the bathroom doorway. Those eyes stared upward still, dull and motionless. The ten telltale crescents along his throat were long since sealed and dry. Not a fleck marred her silky white blouse or sullied his crisp white sheets.

So, now she smoked. It was dessert, a night-cap, another sensual indulgence, but one stolen through the window so no wisp of betraying scent would sink into to his furnishings. Furnishings as faux as his gentle chivalry and the building’s ornate stucco mask.

She flicked the butt away to join the weathered multitude studding the pea gravel below. She spread her hands and admired the ten ovals at her fingertips.

Pristine.

Glossy as glass.

The perfect shade of red.


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