I Asked For Wine

Sierra follows Ray Seymore across the parking lot. A shy moon hangs haphazardly amid a sultry sky bloodshot with indifferent stars.

Mind if I have a cigarette before we leave?

She joins him on the otherside of the car. In front of them, dark brambles of branches gives way to swamp. They're both leaning against the Escalade.

I've never even seen a swamp before. Seems like the whole world is water.

His attack on her is so fast. So brutal. She's no time to react. One arm is around her throat. Her cigarette between his fingers, inches before her eyes.