The condominium is dark and Demetre’s eyes glow in candlelight. “I have something to read you, beloved.” Amy smiles and turns toward him, folding her napkin on the table. Demetre sits across from Amy at the candle-dressed dining table, their cuisine finished. The red wine is all gone.
Demetre clears his throat and Amy smiles.
Outside the condo, a flock of pigeons take flight simultaneously. On the sidewalk below, a child runs through feathers of Demetre’s freedom raining down. There is laughter in murder.