Red Dress

Mike 

As Eloise hit the floor I ran towards her from where I was standing. I had followed her when I saw her from a nearby boutique, where I had gone to shop, she seemed anxious when she dropped off an uber and walked inside.

I didn’t hear myself scream her name. I only remember the weight of my legs abandoning all reason as I shoved open the glass door and ran to her.

Her dress was red. But the blood made it darker.

“Shit—no, no, no. Eloise—hey. Look at me.” I dropped to my knees. My hand slid beneath her head. Warm. Too warm. My palm came...