“Be Seeing You”
She’d been dead for two hours when she smiled at me. Her teeth reflected the yellow arc-sodium light streaming in through the windshield. No pleasure in the smile—something almost predatory lingered in the curve of teeth—and I had to look away.
My driver-side window was partway down, and I could smell wet asphalt and blood. Insects tap-tap-tapped against the grimy, warped plastic that enclosed the light on the motel wall. Tap. Tap. Tap-tap. Relentless. Driven. Mindless.