WORRYS

He was turning a corner, when the young woman ran into him. Uncertain and puzzled she looked and his pleasure kicked in. Like seeing him from above he pushed her back into the street, into the entrance of a house and frightened she fell backwards over stairs. He flipped open his pocket-knife and just pushed it into her belly. The way the blood spilled out, the world plunged and got numb. For a second he was caught but then he pulled it out and while the blood was running down the blade, he pushed it into her again and it was redirected from a rip bone. She didn't struggle at all, although she was still alive. Melvin had no eyes for her. He ripped open her blouse and with a final stroke pushed the blade into the spot he suspected the heart; she took her last breath and her head fell back. Glassy eyes and a look into nothingness and he just stood starring at her, the knife in his hand and his mouth open. 

He felt eternity, long and ancient, but then he heard footsteps in the hall, closed the knife and ran. 

Ran and didn't stop until he was out of air and leaned onto a tree. 

When he had calmed down he took the knife out of his pocket and slit the blade out. The view of the blood ran goosebumps over his body, he drew the blade nearer and smelled the metallic taste of the blood, he licked over it. 

Never. Never would he forget the sight of it.

...the beauty  of dark blue eyes...

Jamie wanted to throw the box to other boxes, but then something caught his eye. A little card. When he read it, he felt the need to purr. “For your lovely hazel-brown eyes!”

Nothing else. When he thought about the sender, something told him, this was a man. Why didn’t he believe it could be a woman?

He didn't know. 

The rose became a multicolored vase and a place on the dining table. It just looked marvelous on the dark wood, in his fancy, very cozy apartment. The scent of Orange and Cinnamon was always there. 

With the lovey feeling of someone, who liked him from afar, he later lay in bed and finally fell asleep.



Jamie was arranging some flowers in his cozy, jungle-like, wild-smelling florist store, when someone came in, who automatically turned his head, next to the fact, that it was a customer. 

“May I help you?” he addressed him, but the guy shook his head, although it was obvious, that a florist store wasn't his usual place to be.

Jamie went on with doing that from before, because he knew the guy would address him, as soon as he found something. 

When he finally did, ten minutes later, the hazel brown eyed shop owner looked stunned on the two roses, which the customer held in his hand. It was a rose and pink one and a lilac rose, with some strains of green fern, he also seemed to have found some thin, white covered branches. “That's beautiful, and I think the receiving woman will surely be very happy.” Jamie said without thinking. He looked up, into dark blue eyes with silver sparkles and it felt like drowning in them. He met a curious, but also uncertain look in the light tainted face, which was surrounded by longer, wild, blond and brown hair, which fell onto a black leather coat. When Jamie realized, what he had said and that he was staring at a customer, he blushed completely. 

The guy said: “Sure.” There was so much testosterone coming out of his mouth, that Jamie saw women flock around him. 

He tried to find his voice and looked at the ground. Hitting on a customer, was so embarrassing.