Here's another peek at Death Is A Bitch, now out on submission.
She needed no introduction. They always knew her, unmistakable in the glimmering black filament gown that clung to her curves, its folds revealing a glimpse into infinity.
The stilettos usually earned a second glance, four inch heels and glistening like fool’s gold. The butterfly tattoo spanning her upper arm likewise drew curious looks, which inevitably changed to horror when the souls recognized the face imprinted within that colorful ink: their own.
Smooth and luscious, her olive skin set off her wide-set, almond-shaped eyes, with irises black as obsidian. Staring into those eyes, some said they could see eternity.
Oops, I realized too late I included the shoes too early, I shouldn't have shown you in the last SSS - here they are again. :)
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