Memories well with the drops of oozing blood. A dark haired woman, graceful and dangerous as any stalking predator. Their tryst as much sparing as foreplay in its physicality, both of them pushing for the upper hand. Afterglow, sweaty skin and the air full of sex.

And then the knife. No surprise, just acceptance as the blade goes in three times, swift and deadly.

Only not deadly. Falling to the thick carpet, watching her long legs as he falls. Blood everywhere but nothing vital.

Understanding. And gratitude. This was a kindness

And goodbye.