Associations

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
Short prose thriller.

Submitted: March 18, 2012

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She had dark hair and dark eyes. All the victims had dark eyes. Big, dark eyes. She was scanning the bar with a wry smile spreading across her delicately painted red lips.

All alone.

What was a pretty girl like that doing all on her own?

 

He took another sip of whiskey and looked up, blinking in her search-light gaze. He was the silent type, looking around at the other men around the bar with their cheap beer and talking loudly about women. He despised them. He drank whiskey, not beer.

As the search-light eyes scanned across his face for a second time, he smiled, carefully putting his hands behind his back in order to slip his wedding ring into his pocket. He slowly crossed the floor, keeping a straight face as his eyes met hers.

She smiled.

She had such remarkably dark eyes.

All the victims had dark eyes.

 

“Isn’t it terrible about all these murders,” said the barman, suddenly making conversation, “So young, all of them. You better be careful getting home tonight.”

The barman leaned in a little closer, “All of them had dark hair and dark eyes. The newspaper says it’s a certain type and they are all marked with the same symbol. A different body every day this week. Terrible.”

 

She shivered slightly. He could see it.

He finished his whiskey.

 

She left the bar and found herself in the faint orange glow of a streetlamp. It was foggy, cars were beginning to ice over, and her breath clouded in front of her. The words of the barman were echoing around her head and she drew her coat tightly around her body, quickening her pace.

There was tension in the air and she glanced behind nervously. She walked even faster, the underpass getting closer with its lights glaring. Painfully bright.

There were Goosebumps now as she took her hands out from her pockets and looked at them. There was someone there, hiding in the shadows.

 

A hand reached out.

A scream rang out, echoing for an eternity in the empty air…

 

Yes, the next victim had fitted perfectly. Dark hair and dark eyes. So young and attractive. All the victims had dark eyes.

Strangled, just like the others and the same mark on the cheek.

All the victims had been single, but this victim had been an exception.

 

 

The police had found a wedding ring in his pocket.

 

 


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