She was velvet darkness and black silk, a sophist of the soft, light-footed kind.
His hungry eyes wanted to peek under her veil.
And try to pull her back into his world.
Reaching into her pocket for a stick of gum,
She brushed her jacket flap in her disjoint motion.
Briefly, he glimpsed the blood.
And her aloof gaze slowly turned to him.
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