PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot
Her determination to photograph him was almost flattering. “To remember the event,” she claimed. She had taken pictures of the others.
“Can I see?” He asked. She passed him the camera and he thumbed through the pictures, quietly deleting select images. “Would you like to go somewhere quieter?” He asked.
She led him upstairs enthusiastically. In the bedroom, her lips parted, she leant into him…and onto the blade. She gasped as a tide of scarlet seeped across her dress.
“I’m sorry, perhaps you were for real, but I can’t take chances.” He said, as he laid her on the bed.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.