Good Intentions

Arielle sat in the dark  restaurant alone
The sound of the violin striking a chord in her soul
She had almost lost control and allowed the tears she held back to roll
She looked out the window for what seemed like the hundredth time
Searching the blackness for his form; the only thing in her field of vision, her line of sight-the bright twinkling of the city lights
Her favorite smell-hot buttery sweet rolls-was wafting all around her
But on this night it brought her no comfort
Even the taste of pasta soured in her mouth
She was sick from anxiety, crumbling under the weight of worry
And just when she thought she would surely on that very spot die-
Looking ever do dapper and dashing in his suit and tie-in walked her love, her guy
Kissing her soft and sensually
He dropped down on one knee and uttered the words she had been waiting to hear!
She leaned in close as he whispered in her ear " I shot him, he's dead, he's gone. I killed him just like I said would. He's buried six feet underneath the last lilac bush behind the house. Served him right the rat-the louse. Justice was delivered and served-one less perve. He shouldn't have touched you like that when you were a defenseless little baby girl".

5 senses: city lights,sweet roll,pasta,sensual