100 words: The Dance

The heady fragrance of exotic flowers washed over her as she sat sipping 100 year old brandy on the Consulate’s personal balcony. A distant sparkle of meteorites flashed across the alien sky.

“Sorry for the interruption, my dear, but duty always calls me loudly.”

She smiled her demurral, standing as he took her hand. He pulled her into an intimate embrace and began to sensually sway with her to the music of a lone violin.

Surrendering to the sweet sound, she felt his sigh on her neck. Regretfully, she unsheathed and plunged the sparkling stiletto into the base of his skull.

©KimMagennis 2016

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