A Once Curious Minno

    Sweat drips into his eyes.  Hair a mess and her make up running, she can’t remember how she got there.  Clinched teeth and curling toes, just two bodies colliding in the night.  He lights a cigarette and it’s all over.  She lays motionless next to him as he slicks his hair back.  He takes a long drag of his cigarette and reminisces about the night. 
    Their eyes had met suddenly from across the room, dancers fading more with each step he took to get closer to her.  She smiled her sweet, innocent smile and asked his name, but he simply grinned and handed her a drink.  The hours flew by as they talked for most of the evening.  The plastic punch glasses building up on the table they sat at, only leaving each other for a moment to get more punch.  She giggles like she wants something horrible and caressed his leg with her foot.  His glace sent chills up her spine as he stroked her cheek softly.  Her hand carefully sliding up his thigh, she never took her eyes off his face.  Narrow eyes that are always watching and teeth filed to a point he lead her out the door and into the darkness.  They wandered to the shoreline she kept one step in front of him.
    He let his feet sink into the cold sand and let the memory vanished like the smoke from his last drag.  He put the cigarette butt out on his finger and got up.  He leaves her to her lonesome and lights another cigarette feeling very proud of himself.  He knows some things are better left unsaid.
    The headlines the next morning read, “Girl found on shore; the shark that got her was an efficient killer.”