CAMILLE
Picture, poolside. Hot, sunny day. Youโve just come back from a job that took time off of your life span. The sun is going down, but thereโs still enough sun for it to be day time for a few more hours. The water is clear blue, lighter than the sky. There are palm trees, blunts being passed around, hennesy, E & J. Beautiful black women & a few of the homies there as well. The woman youโre with you havenโt known for too long, only a week & some change, but sheโs stunning. Everyone who knows her wants her, but sheโs choosing to spend her time with you. Beautiful chocolate skin with a tattoo that says โmade in heavenโ just above her ass. You want to get to know her a little better, but you know better, or at least you think you do. Sheโs wearing a white bikini with white mesh pants on top, knit loose enough for you to see the ass but not enough for you to get too close to her sacred spaces. Youโre wearing all black, black shirt, black shorts, black bandana & even socks, but white shoes. The yin & yang comparison sounds good on paper, but you had to be there to see it. I grab my gun off of the counter & submerge it under the poolโs warm but cold water. Iโm watching her out of the corner of my eye as I feel the vibrations of the chamber filling with water. Such a graceful being, like a freshly hatched butterfly. As I walk over back to the group, I admire her essence underneath the sunlight. A delicate, playful, caring woman with beauty for all to behold, but I donโt yet know where her true intentions lie. She started off wanting to fuck me, but I told her to give it a minute so I could study her, but the more I study her, the less I feel like I know about her. I slowly push the forend of my gun forward, cycling a round into the chamber while staring her down, hoping she meets my gaze & recognizes her demise.She finally looks up at me. The realization washes across her face like high tide washing away sand castles.