It was his smile that caught her attention as he asked to buy her a drink.
It was his hands she held in hers as he recited his eternal vows.
It was his ankles that she gripped as she dragged him to his grave.
Black Widow
Posted byRen MartinezPosted inthree sentence storiesTags:fiction, flash fiction, killer ladies, Writing
Published by Ren Martinez
Ren is a thirty-something Lost Boy whose personal aesthetic is “suspected of witchcraft by local villagers.” She subscribes to cheerful nihilism, the destruction of the patriarchy, and the belief that glitter makes everything better. She is a Richmond-based writer and performer who has fiction and non-fiction work found in a variety of publications, such as The Mary Sue, RVA Magazine, The Quotable, and Nostrovia Press. She is currently the fiction editor and a regular contributor at Quail Bell Magazine. She is also the co-host of the podcast, This F***ing Guy! Find out more at renmartinez.com or read her dumbass tweets on Twitter @itsrenmartinez View more posts
