He was a dark howl from the shadows with seething face and piercing eyes. He revelled as women shrank from his stare and scorned the eyes that returned to his – fearful yet fervourous.
Ten pm at the market – scanning shelves for fresh meat. Tanned and toned in tight, white shirt, he panthered towards her through serengeti streets.
Doe eyed and gazelled, in short skirt and tight top atop balcony bra – she was food, drink and pure prey to his predator mind. A word, a headlight smile and she was under the wheels – bloodied by his charm – torn to pieces on his arm.
Next day news. She screamed from the headlines, coughed blood through coffee, was muffled by muffins and silenced by Sudoku.