Murder in the Shadows
Pounding rain on the cobblestone alley
Deafens the sound of the woman’s engine
The motor sounds like a gunshot exploding
The engine howls like a wolf
She lays on the asphalt
Her body is cold as night
Her teeth chattering like a fan out of gear
The killer jumps out of the darkness
Fingers scraped and bloodied
The body stiff as a fish in an icebox
Keys, money, purse all still by her side
The murderer disappeared like a ghost
The shadows darken as did the scarred marriage
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