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Snowflake

He was in the alley with his third victim and had thought himself alone, unobserved, protected by the darkness.

By Kelly Evans - kaevans29@gmail.com Photos by Muge Karamanci
Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

He saw her watching him, the muted light from the streetlamp reflecting off the curiosity in her eyes. He was in the alley with his third victim and had thought himself alone, unobserved, protected by the darkness. He saw her breath fleeing into the night air, the mist obscuring her face as it rose and dissipated, his heart beating in time to a distant car alarm. The New Year had been mild so far; tonight was the first crisp, cold night. He finished and turned toward the woman, catching the blaze of her red coat as it rounded the corner. He followed, cautious. Intrigued. Saw her walking slowly down the street, glancing backwards, inviting. The snow swirled around him as he shadowed the woman, flakes caressing him like a lover. He followed her home and stopped across the street, lit by the winter twilight.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

She nodded at him and entered the brownstone, her ruby coat flashing behind the slowly closing door. He held his breath until he saw a light flicker on the second floor, and the air rushed out, billowing around him like a cloak. His body responded before his mind did and he was soon climbing the stairs. At the top he saw that one of the apartment doors was open, light spilling out onto the worn welcome mat. He walked steadily down the hall, anticipation growing, and stopped in the doorway.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

She was in the kitchen, her red coat pooled on the floor around her, her eyes staring down. She looked up when he entered and watched him, silent. He gazed into her eyes and took a step toward her; when she didn’t move he took another and another until she was inches away. He stood before her and gasped as she took his hand. Exploring her eyes, he felt need, and when the cold, hard steel of her knife slid deeply into his chest, he knew he loved her.

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

Photo © Muge Karamanci

4 Responses to “Snowflake”

  1. Auntie says:

    Kelly

    This is awesome….love your short stories.,. All your stories….Often wonder of the gift given you!! where did it come from, or is it totally you!! Congratulations…

  2. Pam says:

    Loved it.

  3. Myron says:

    What a great twist. Enjoyed it.

  4. michelle lowe says:

    Great story! Love that last sentence.