You’re going to have trouble explaining this (Jenny Version)

Checkout is in 5 minutes. Housekeeping has knocked twice already. But you linger, memorizing the scene.

The single stiletto. Cherry red.

The smears on the pillowcase. Lipstick red.

The half-empty bottle of wine. Red Bordeaux.

You think about what you’ll say. You don’t want to look at her. But you do.

She’s in the bathtub, just the top of her head peeking above the porcelain rim.

Her hair is red.

Red like the towels on the floors.

Red like the handprints on the tile.

Red like the splashes blooming on the carpet.

Red like the blood pouring down your face.

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Title by: dcdave
Story by: Jenny

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