Nothing could stop me.
I had her where I wanted her, in my car, wide-eyed and breathless, eager to listen.
I had a gun cocked to her head, but that's just detail.
Point was she had agreed I was good, I was handsome, and despite her running mascara, and the faint stench of her sweat, I found her believable. Her eyes spoke of love, as they must. I wasn't a down and out blagger any more, lonely for company.
I looked at the cap she had worn against the cold, I ran my finger on the shaking red lips, and her black jacket that shone in the light that came in from the car window. When I tugged at the coiled silver necklace about her throat, the tears on her face shone too.
I did not know then about her left boot, and my dirty old sock in the subway of all places, where they fell out my bag as I ran a few errands around town, not wanting to take her along in the car boot all wrapped up in the trash bag.
Her boot would be submitted to the police by some batshit Blahnik fan convinced the owner would offer a reward. They would recognize her as the owner, and the socks would lead them to me.
But at that moment, when her eyes still lived, when her soft, halting voice gave me the answers I wanted in the parking lot I had picked her from, I was handsome, I was good, and nothing could have stopped me.
If you liked this story you might like some of the stories I wrote for my A to Z last year.
As a co-host, I end with A to Z Challenge reminders:
1. Turn off your word verification. It helps no one. You may moderate comments for a while if you're unsure.
2. In your comment id, link only to your AZ blog, NOT your profile which may have five other blogs.
3. Leave a link to you when you comment.
4. Comment when you visit blogs. Start visiting with the blog below you on the linky list.
5. Make it easy for people to follow your blog and follow you on social media.