My girlfriend and I used to send each other flirty texts, pics, you know the drill. Today at work she convinced me to go tit for tat (no pun intended) taking revealing shots.
I sent her seven pics, each with a little more clothing removed. But nothing came back. 'u holding out on me?' I sent. Nothing. Maybe she'd gotten bored. Maybe her phone had run out of juice.
When I got home there was only police tape and blood.
I looked at my phone again. "u holding out on me?" hadn't gone through. She hadn't been out of range. I was. Frantic, I chased down bars. And then my phone started going off.
One picture after another. Her, smiling, flirty. Just the way I remembered. Her taking off her shirt. Her smiling. Her letting down her hair, loosening her bra.
But the whole time I was screaming. I could see what was behind her.