My first fiction post in a while. It was a fun opportunity to play with some one-sided dialogue. What do you think?
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” the man said. “Those eyes, that laugh, that body…” He sighed. “Damn, they just don’t make women like that anymore.”
Beside him the man’s companion stood silently, his empty eyes regarding the woman dressing in front of the window without emotion. She was chatting animatedly on the phone as she slowly swept about the room, glancing at this outfit and that, oblivious to her observers.
The man looked over when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. The fingers looked so frail, and yet he knew if he tried to break away he’d never escape them. “Yeah, I know, but can you blame me for wanting one last look?”
Sighing again he looked down from the branch he was sitting on to the crumpled body sprawled out at the tree’s base. “In hindsight, I probably should have found a better perch.” He closed his eyes. “Okay, I’m ready.”
There was the sound of a shroud rustling and the brief beating of dark wings, then nothing.