Feeling Artsy

Song: Ave Maria
http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/31063/ave_maria/Schubert%20-%20Ave%20Maria


... as he clicked SEND on his screen, her finger brushed over her monitor switch. She had not heard back from him and though hope is a resilient force it was quickly failing her. She knew the pain of this loss would soon catch up with her if the police didn't. She had been careless this time, caught up in the currents of passion- inebriated by his velvet, skin strong back and tar coloured hair. There was enough forensic evidence to convict her three times over and her slender neck suited pearls more than a noose. She was not going out like that not in that grey frumpy number, maybe even dropping a shoe when the floor beneath her would go missing. No, no, no. Not that way, she would not give then the pleasure of seeing her like that. She had always been a resolute gal, and resourceful too. This is what had kept her in her line for business this long. So she opened a drawer and slowly twisted the top off the petite glass bottle. As she drew it closer to her lips her mind wondered back to the previous night and warm she felt in his arms. Warm, yes warm. She had not felt warm in so long.