On the ornate oak table, a box sat unopened. The 2 lovers to its right ignored it, too busy laughing and grinning at each other's awful jokes to acknowledge its presence. The dazzling blue ribbon sparkled in the incandescent light of the chandelier. Glistening, the box, but to the lovers it was definitely more special. Turning to the previously disregarded box, the man began to ask the question.
The woman's smile faded, because the content of the box was far from romantic; it was evil.
His perfect face met her flawless one. Quizzically, he asked her what was wrong. As she stormed, disgusted from the restaurant, her golden hair dancing on her back, and her ocean blue eyes narrowed in contempt, he turned the opened box to face him. Smarting with anger, sadness and horror, he collapsed sobbing on the floor, leaving the box open on the table. The ring was still there, but it was adoring a finger attached to nothing. No hand.
A glance back at the man would have revealed his body, already rigid and cold, with blood oozing through his dark gelled hair. The most sharp-eyed of observers would have noticed a silhouetted figure exiting through to back doors.
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