Men were superficial creatures, Stella knew this, and she had known plenty of men in her time.
As each new one came into her life she took the time to discover the person beneath the facade, to look for the inner beauty.
Sometimes it could be hard work getting to know the deeper person, working ones way through the outer layers.
She wiped the back of her hand across her damp brow, smearing clear salt liquid with red, she was exhausted, and he hadn't really been worth the effort after all.
She glanced at the remains on the table, Marcus had a certain inner beauty, but she'd seen much better.
What she needed right now was a shower and some sleep. She tossed the dripping knife into the sink and set off towards the bathroom. She would clear the mess up in the morning.
©2012 Stephen. J. Green.