Roses

Rose blood dripping down her chin, the woman in black stood up. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing life across her cheek.

Done, she turned and drifted towards the road. The only trace she left behind were the spatters of red that dripped onto the undisturbed snow. Here in the yard the building sheltered her from the increasing storm. Little would be around for her now; but she had taken her fill and that was enough for this night.

Behind her, Nigel stared up at the sky. Watching the flakes fall onto his cooling eyes.