Marita woke up first. Rolling onto her side, she propped her head up on
one hand. Gazing down at the small woman sleeping next to her, she saw
something on the pillow.
Bending closer to look, her hair brushed against the other woman's mouth.
Waking slowly, Dana reached one hand out and pulled the other woman
closer in for a brief kiss.
"Dana, what's this?" Marita asked, pointing to the pillow case. A small
drop of dried blood stared back at Dana when she looked over at it.
Climbing quickly from the bed, Dana pulled the case off the pillow. She
headed for the bathroom. On her way out she answered quietly back over
her shoulder, "nothing, I'm sure. I'll be back in a minute".
Listening to the water run in the sink, Marita looked over at the bare
pillow. Reaching one hand down she gently ran it over the still warm
sheets.
She rolled over onto her back, hugging her arms to herself. Shaking her
head side to side she remembered the report with no name that came across
her desk the other day.
"No," was the only thing she could mumble out.
One tear ran down her cheek.
The End