THE MORNING AFTER
She looked sexy in his sweatshirt lying there. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. His thoughts wandered to two years before, when they met.
The club was lit just enough for you to see your bottle and figures wobbling on the dance floor. He wasn’t much of a dancer but her gyrations had been enough to get him off the barstool. He’d taken ages, inching closer until that ass was in grabbing range.
That night is a blur, but they’d woken up together the next morning… And many mornings after. Today was different though. The blood on the sheets had already started to coagulate, but he couldn’t remember how the knife had ended up in her back.
Story — Sam Murimi
Picture — Kimani Wandaka
Originally published at kimaniwandaka.wordpress.com on January 8, 2016.