The faint scent of roses. The wind cool around him. He stood there in the grass. His latest project laying next to him. The carved flesh of the woman exposed to the night air. His eyes would turn downwards to look at her. The life had flown from her body. A shame they were so fragile. So weak. His bare feet would shift, toes digging a little into the grass. Her family would miss her, but his art would live on in the police photographs. Each carving a delicate work of art.
His eyes would grow unfocused as he remembered back to the marble. His fingers sliding along the cool stone. He would look to the woman. She was beautiful Had asked him to make her a dress. She was to be carved into the marble. A smile as he would accept, of course. Her flesh was as cold as the stone as he took her measurements. As he worked on the dress, he felt dread...and excitement.
The night she came for it. He would remember it forever. Her beauty was flawless as she dropped her clothes in front of him. He remembered a faint flush. His heart beating so fast. And then....his eyes would blink as he looked down to the girl. That was a long time ago. And now, it was simply time to have fun. Time to enjoy himself. He would turn and walk off. Leaving the work of art for somebody to find.
The world was growing smaller. The calendar would roll to nineteen hundred and eighty-four soon. There were so many places for his kind to hide now. So many ways for them to have fun. They just had to pick the right place to go. The right city to enjoy themselves in. It was time to leave America behind for now. Perhaps go home to Rome. The wanderlust was taking over once more.
Now it was time to find a new canvas.
His eyes would grow unfocused as he remembered back to the marble. His fingers sliding along the cool stone. He would look to the woman. She was beautiful Had asked him to make her a dress. She was to be carved into the marble. A smile as he would accept, of course. Her flesh was as cold as the stone as he took her measurements. As he worked on the dress, he felt dread...and excitement.
The night she came for it. He would remember it forever. Her beauty was flawless as she dropped her clothes in front of him. He remembered a faint flush. His heart beating so fast. And then....his eyes would blink as he looked down to the girl. That was a long time ago. And now, it was simply time to have fun. Time to enjoy himself. He would turn and walk off. Leaving the work of art for somebody to find.
The world was growing smaller. The calendar would roll to nineteen hundred and eighty-four soon. There were so many places for his kind to hide now. So many ways for them to have fun. They just had to pick the right place to go. The right city to enjoy themselves in. It was time to leave America behind for now. Perhaps go home to Rome. The wanderlust was taking over once more.
Now it was time to find a new canvas.
