Black Widow

Across a not-so-crowded room she sits and watches, wondering who might be the next victim, someone approaches, there is a glance, a smile, a sly turn of her head. "He's mine" she says in a low voice, her hands slide back and forth as she plots her next move. She stands and walks slowly toward the door turning to see if he notices, he does, and the web is complete. Without saying a word, she has communicated her wants, her needs, her desires... her time is now, and he becomes her next meal. 02/08/2016