I haven’t done this for a while. 101 words. Sometimes a beginning, sometimes an end. Or even a frustratingly pointless middle.
Before even opening his eyes Harold knew something had happened. There was the distinctive metallic taste of blood in his mouth and the smell. God that smell.
His mind raced and slowly he opened his eyes, expectant.
When they met he thought that she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, but with the colour now drained from her face and her lifeless eyes already clouding over he knew that she was now even more so.
He fought the urge to caress her. To be with her.
Sighing deep he slipped his legs out of bed.
“Fuck, not again…”