The white spread out like a glorious mess.
It was her favorite gown, now smeared with mud and blood.
I can see her knee from where I am
It is the color of burnt-cookies, skin as supple as honey.

A car was approaching.

Where does that leave me? And her?
The ghost car approached slowly with its light tainting the undisturbed moonlight.
I heard a rustle behind me. I close my mouth shut.
A slight squeak escapes my mouth and the rustling stops.

I look back to see the white gown. It is still there. I relax a bit.
The car is chugging ever so slowly.
Her skin slowly turned yellow.
The light got brighter and sharper, so did my hope.

Suddenly a bright beam falls upon my face!
I see the face of a killer, looming behind the beam.

My body is being dragged, as I shriek in silence.

The white gown got smaller and smaller, as I peered and struggled with the grip on my leg.

Blow!

Now I see dark. A dark I can't explain.