The Blue Tarpaulin

The blue tarpaulin crinkled as he lay down. Cold night air tried to bite at his bare skin but he felt nothing. He positioned himself next to her, arms almost touching. They both looked up into the hollowness of the night sky. An eager audience of stars stared back. He felt a warm sensation on his arm; he thought she had inched over to be nearer to him but she hadn’t moved. It was her blood. Thick, from a yawning wound deep in her belly; the blood started to pool around her corpse. The red warmth spread, caressing the right side of his body. The blue tarpaulin crinkled again as he curled his toes.

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