Serenade

For only a moment thunder trembled across the city, its fierce shudder unable to break the trance of hurried souls lost to their own inner storms. Most never paid attention to the threats of dark clouds ringing the horizon, just rain on forgotten hills. The echo of the tempest barely declared did attract the attention of two.

One was a woman.

Her large brown eyes and petite build did little to portray the conflicting rage and sorrow that was building up within her. She stood lonely upon a balcony, her gaze drifting from the clouds that she more felt than saw in the shadowy dimness of a city night out across the rooftops and alleyways. The empty moonlight combined with the flicker of street lamps to show glimpses of what she had once valued so highly. Behind her she could hear the creak of the bedframe, its matress sighing as the weight on it shifted.

She chose not to look over her shoulder.

By acknowledging that noise she would be forced back into her own small world. The illusion of a storm's fury was far safer than her own seductive torments. Slowly climbing back into herself she again smelled the stink of sex that filled the room. A shiver ran down her spine. She had almost forgotten the feel of shame.

There were scissors on the dresser wedged against the bed, it would be so easy. All she would have to do is turn around and smile. Her smiles were like that.

No. Better to stare out than in. It hurts if you stare at your own demons too long.

"Margo, don't stay out there too long or your going to catch one hell of a cold," his voice was relaxed, confident. He was a man of power and he wore it like dimestore jewelry. Even now, with his clothes in a heap on the floor and his tarnished badge tossed in a washbasin, he radiated control.

Truth was he was in no hurry for this sweet little thing to come back in. He was still recovering from their last tumble and enjoyed the show. With the moon half full, her white gown appeared to be made more from clouds than cotton. The evening glow highlighted her delicate form, revealing all the subtle curves that had attracted originally to her. Margo's silhouette, combined with her mussed up auburn hair, made the blossoming young woman look very sexy to the him. Made her look ripe. Again.

With only a subconscious thought he glanced at his pistol, still unholstered and in easy reach. Then he turned his full attention back to his newest chickie. "Come back to bed honey, its getting lonely over here without you."

Still she stood there, facing the darkness that was beyond their overheated room, lost to him.

"Margo? You okay?"

The young woman was finally drawn back into her own realities, forced back into the consequences of the choices she had made. She knew who he was when she brought him up here.

Hell, she thought to herself, I paid for the damn room.

"Just a moment Adam," her voice a soft, seductive purr.

With only a last glimpse of the sleeping city, she turned to face her lover again and gazing deep into his eyes Margo smiled at Adam.