An Autumn Chill

An Autumn Chill

Something caught her eye

Had she just seen it, or had she purposefully ignored it

That band of gold wrapped around a finger on his left hand - it bit

Making her seating a little uncomfortable – making her squirm - fidget.

He came here every week

With a group of his gentlemen friends

Laughing and talking about some game on TV to no end

But she paced herself, before on his soul, she would descend.

The hunting feed her hunger and consumed her in the chase

She easily envisioned them together, alone,

Entangled in bed, lost forever in her embrace

In her cabin, deep in the dark woods, a rather out-of-the-way place.

She had taken other lovers there many times before

Half-undressing them before they even made it through the door

He looked like easy prey, ignorant of what was in store

She felt her heart beating harder in her chest, as she wanted so much more!

But what about his wife… maybe there were children…

She firmly shook the irrelevant images out of her mind

She had never cared before of her subject’s past or who might be left behind…

Refocusing her attention again solely on him and the hours they would be entwined.

(pause)

The fall leaves fell like little parachutes out of the sky down onto the hard concrete,

As the chill took the air and a steady cold breeze swirled around their legs and feet

Busy people on the city streets dashing here and there

With news of yet another man found dead on a rural road somewhere

As a woman walked among them, so unaware… so discrete

Stalking her next victim for a grown up taste of Trick or Treat.

(photo: unknown photographer)