Three more drabbles today, embracing death. Enjoy.
In the Night
I hear her running, the frantic tap of high heels against concrete. She doesn’t scream, although her ragged breathing breaks the oppressive silence that surrounds us. A breeze carries whiffs of her perfume. I chase the sound and scent, hoping I am headed in the right direction and not pursuing echoes. I have to find her.
Where is she? How close am I?
A small whimper to my left. I smile.
There you are.
I pivot and start running, finding her on her knees in an alley, one of her stiletto heels broken.
As my knife descends she finally screams.
Cleaner
Every night she sat in the bath and let the muck of the day slough and dissolve into the water. She soaked until the water turned cold and her body shivered; only then did she allow herself to leave the tub.
It was her cleansing ritual.
After the bath, she drank one glass of wine and wrote in her journal, documenting the kills for posterity. Today, it had been three. Two unregistered homeless men and a female bootlegger. Quick shots and her cleanup team to remove the mess.
That was her job. Eliminating the filthy rulebreakers to restore governmental order.
Tranquility in Red
The reddish amber light reflected off the window glass, casting its tint over her face as she sipped her coffee. The last in the house so she savoured it, inhaling the aroma, enjoying the rich taste. Everything was quiet and peaceful, beautiful really.
She found that funny, how the apocalypse was so serene, wrapped in soft sunset colours and an everlasting quiet. When the light came, you just went to sleep and never woke up.
The Red Death the news had called it.
But she didn’t see it that way.
She was at peace for the end of the world.
Be Afraid of the Dark 
Very dramatic.
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