She had spots on her skirt.
How could she be so careless?
There she stood, grass on her shoes and stains on her skirt.
Enough was enough.
It couldn't be helped.
But as she looked down at him, she noticed his eyes.
They were cloudy now where once they were brilliant blue.
His mouth frozen in a silent scream
And the sun was rising to catch her transgression.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.