Category: Murder

So cold and wet was it that daggers seemed to fall from the sky in the shape of rain.

We stood staring each other in the eye,

Book-ending a rubbish strewn alleyway in the worst part of town.

With that confident smirk on your face I knew you thought I didn’t have it in me.

Brushing your sodden brown hair out of brown eyes, the rain sparkling off your long lashes in the lamp light, you told me as much.