That rainy and misty night all the usual clients had left earlier and as I was expecting no one else I quickly started cleaning the tables one by one. Some rich Texas men had even left their burning cigarettes in the ash-trays. Amazing. Whistling and cleaning the messy room I was soon behind the counter again.
I was about to pull open the drawer when a woman showed up at the door. Her svelte figure and blond hair struck me immediately. She was a lot more beautiful than the one I had to call wife at home.
She hesitated before walking in. Stopping at the counter she pressed her chest to it, face to face to me. "Can I help you?" I asked calmly. "Come to this side," she said sweetly. I was surprised but accepted the invitation.
Once at the other side of the counter I stopped dead. The woman laughed. In one of her gloved hands she had a cigarette and in the other a revolver which was glaring at me in the face.
I tried to laugh.
"I- I know it is empty," I then said, petrified.
Flinging the revolver in the air she approached me with a sensual gait. My heart throbbed. She stopped so close to me. She sucked on her cigarette expertly, caressing her waist with the other hand.
Suddenly, she pressed the burning cigarette against my forehead. I winced. She had already pressed the knife home. I dropped to the floor, my hands bathed in blood.
"Adieu," she whispered.
The lights dimmed.
I heard her vanish into the fog with all the money in the drawer.
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30 June 2010
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