Prey

Clop, clop, clop, clop…

The young girl draw near the awaiting corner. Dark, but with a hint of day. January 3rd, Winter. The brisk weather turned her breath into clouds. She had a steady rhythm. Perfect timing to her movement.

Clop, clop, clop, clop…

4inch black stiletto knee high boots which she purchased at Office, 12th December. She liked them very much; they made her feel professional and profound. Not to mention the wonders it made her legs look. Her legs were long and elegant. Ex-ballerina. Light on her feet. A knee length skirt weaved in and out between her legs from her movement.

Clop, clop, clop, clop…

Sound of anticipation, as she carries her Vero Moda handbag and leather gloves caressing her dainty hands, which she had manicured the day before, January 2nd. She was clean, neat and tidy and a bundle of fresh air. Her skin is nourished with expensive Ted Baker lotion, which leaves her skin smooth and soft.

Clop, clop, clop, clop…

The sound of her heels walking across the road. Her caramel hair ever so gently blows in the faint wind. Her eyes were tired, but they always shined. Blue. Full of life.

Clop, clopclop, clop, clopclop…

The gasp of a shocked woman filled my ear. She clutched onto my bag strap holding herself up from falling over. Her touch gave me electric shots down my shoulder.

“Shi- I’m ever so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” I said apologetically. I propped her up with both my hands against each forearm. She was a lot smaller than expected, so fragile. Perfect proportions. I stepped back and gave her time to straighten her jacket and fix her hair.

“That’s quite alright, equally as guilty.” She said breathlessly but giggled. She began to pick up pace in the opposite direction as me. I couldn’t help but stare at her legs. My hand glided into my pocket and pulled out again.

“Wait, you dropped something!” I lied. She turned around confused and fiddled around in her bag. Her heels dragging themselves towards me. I handed over her office pen.

“Ah, must of took it from work.. Uh, thanks.” She smiled half-heartedly. She wanted to get away from me, who could blame her. It was getting dark and cold. But I smiled at her and scratched my head.

“Actually, I’m a little bit lost. I’m looking for Blake House, ya’know, the hotel.” I asked, innocently. Looking at her with hope. She looked back at me, looked ahead of me, behind her. She was hesitant. I could feel panic radiating off her. She looked at her watch.

“It’s okay, if you’re busy. I’ll keep looking around; I’ve got a torch.” I said factually and sympathetically. “Thanks anyway Miss.” I was just about to turn around but I noticed her body flex slightly.

“No, no. It’s not far. It’s just ‘round this corner and keep going straight.” She helpfully replied. Her voice echoed through my ears and made my head tingle.

“Which corner?” I asked flatly. She huffed at this request as if I was a nuisance. She had been known for a temper. She scuttled past me leaving behind a fragrance of Euphoria by Calvin Klein, her favourite perfume. Filling my senses, senseless. I turned round to follow her and watched her tiny arm point to the right of her as she peered around and explained with her back to me where to go. My hand hovered by her left ear.

“Just keep going on, you can see from here the white pillars, jus-“

One hard and quick movement, the brick wall will do the work. Her temple was bleeding onto her blushing cheek and down her slender neck. I held her position with my hand on her waist and other hand on her shoulder. I swung her round gently and her eyes were shut and mouth slightly open. I could still feel a tickle of air coming from her throat. I breathed in.

A red Ford focus came screeching round the corner and stopped suddenly by my feet. Gary swung open the drivers door and then ran round the car to open both passenger and back doors. I picked Sophia up into my tattooed arms and gently lay her in the back of the car. Almost like she was sleeping. Slamming all three doors. We sped away through the thin road with beats of lamplight hitting the glass.

“Who’s this one then?” Gary grunted, with his discoloured teeth and chapped lips. An aroma coming from Gary of alcohol and cigarettes covered the beautiful scent of Sophia.

“A daughter, a sister, a mother. That’s all you will hear till you’re questioned.”