She said she'll pay.

It was a long line. he kept staring at her.



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She didnt care. She tweeked her eyebrows , slanted her eeys and twister her grin while she caught her knife. Maybe he had a short life?

He looked away.

She looked again.

It was her turn.

It was morning after Dark for Him.

It was another Thin Blood for her.

He looked at her toe to head.Stopped . Looked again.

It was 1945. The war was on. The refugees were bloodying.

He said"Pretty Woman you dont pay. Get in "

She grabbed her knife. Slit his clothes off while he stood naked.

He smiled. She smiled.

And she slit him.

"Take that. Did i tell you i want to pay?"

She threw the change on his face.

The blood was flowing into the seas.

Another dirty black blood joining the ocean.

And she thought.

Nothing.

Sometimes having a Fair life is tough.

Well Manytimes.

Carry Your knife ladies.

Let no one take things for granted.