Return1974

The night’s coolness lessened with each pungent,             hot ray of sun permeating the mist.             Wearing a flapping red shirt, face fresh kissed, the dare of offering obedient self as fit fare, to him mere sacrament,             to prove the value she gave the tryst, made her stumble on the black loam. Left an imprint of her body to mark the incident.Her nude outline pressed down, fit instrument of doom. Her gun she placed to her left ear,             then rolled over to face the sun’s claim. The future held for her and him, no fear.             Not one of his women could blame. Her trigger finger listened to their jeer,             “And who will ever know the victim’s name.”