Death Isn’t Just Beautiful — She’s HOT

Deathlist excerpt:

She was wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline and an air-light shawl. Her hair sparkled with tiny, exquisite diamonds. They looked real. Her wide, sensuous mouth and perfect teeth smiled at the gray-haired gentleman seated next to her at Table 16. Harold got up from his table and started to go over for a closer look, but she casually turned away, her back denying identification, and all he found when he arrived at Table 16 was a napkin with lipstick stains and the guy who had been sitting next to her face down in his watercress soup. Harold wondered if he were dead or just sleeping. Old people sometimes fall asleep at dinner. Without stopping to double-check, Harold could see no rise and fall of the man’s back. So the man wasn’t breathing. He was dead.

© 2016 Kathryn Atkins