Burning the Stain

An original one-shot, psycho-thriller horror scene.

It was with no small twinge of regret that she moved her gore-drenched fingers beneath the faucet's scalding stream. Though the man's blood had been a welcome heat to her numbed hands, the water that now stripped of of her visceral glory bore a far more tormenting heat; one that stung and blistered and left her with nothing more than the shadows of his last expressions and the dwindling echoes of his cries.

Soon--far too soon, she knew--he would be less than this.

An existential stain at best. A hiccup in the joys of the Universe.

Just as she would be once her mother discovered her fiance's remains.

Along with their unborn child, the unspoken testament of their sins that, even then, fermented in her guts.

"It's alright, baby," she hissed through clenched teeth, still fighting against the steaming current that had begun to strip the flesh from her palms, "it'll only burn a moment longer..."

Author's Note

Unedited one-shot done originally on my Facebook author page for fun.