A Collection of drabbles

Paul watched the stranger merge into the brume as he raised his hand to his neck; silently bleeding his only hope was that Laila wasn’t so badly injured. His hand snaked across the console reaching for hers; when their fingers entwined he felt reassured by her gentle squeeze on his palm. He felt her reach across, touch his cheek and turn him towards her own face which was ravaged beyond recognition by a smile, a wicked, gleeful smile. As their eyes met he soundlessly implored her for mercy but none was forthcoming as she exited the car and walked away.