An unknown hole in her life

Nervous, heated and nervous. Waking in the night her thoughts went to the past day, unconsciously, to something disturbing, a detail, an unusually missing spot. Her body, tanned and hard, rigid in the moment, reacted, driving her up. "What's the time..?" who cares, time was hers, as usual. In the dim-light the sparkle of the metal chair drew her attention. The slate dress was waitng for her. The cold fabric gave her, for a moment, a sensual sensation. She opened the door rushing down the marble stairs of the building. Projected into the road she stopped. Under her feet the cool of the stone, on her face the white of the moon. The un-removed light make up glittered on the dark skin, as the grey-silver stiletto shoes she had instinctively grabbed from the flat and that were now hanging from her hand. She rapidly put them on, while a red drop fell, unseen. The city was still sleeping , as her consciousness was. Her legs began to move, long strides echoing on the ancient walls. Turning the corner she entered the square. A couple stared at her muscolar leg appearing on the edge, the grey border of her dress showing brown flesh in the motion; a young beggar opened one eye at the image appearing, confused by the energic movement of long dark hair, on a long dark body. She went straight toward the beach. Something strong was attracting her; the smell of the silent sea, the colours of the leaden sky, her presence, had something weird, eerie. The stilettos deepened into the sand, without taking her class away. Reaching the water she stepped on something in the dark. An agonising sound erupted. A man, a lean tanned body was laying on the dry sand . Opened like an odd Jesus, blood dripping slowly from the hands blocked to the soil. She moved her feet gently toward them, thrusting the heels into the open cuts. Bending forward she seized his head, kissing his lips covered in latex, slowly. "I love you…"."I love you too, fucking bastard!"…and the day revealed the truth…

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