Red wine and roses.

 

She came home to red wine and roses.  Wine topped the tables in half drunk glasses and  roses dropped petals up the stairway.  Clothes littered the floor.  A shirt with red lipstick covered the top of the staircase.  Moans escaped the bedroom.  Hot lust in motion, ignorant of anything else.  She raises the gun – shoots.

 

[I don’t know why, but I felt like writing a revenge story.]

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