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Red spots

dark it is. Pitch-black night without stars light up the environment. Not even the silvery glow of the moon can be heard. Despite the visibility is good. The entire floor is covered with a white layer of snow. By the yellow light of street lamp, the environment is wrapped on the outskirts of the city in a warm atmosphere. Quiet small and big snowflakes fall from the sky. If you look closely, it looks as if the stars are in a slow descent to Earth. The whole world seems to sleep. Everything became quiet, the chaos has subsided. The white area with the bare black trees also invites to rest. But as it happens. A dark red drops falling on the white snow surface and color it partly red. Blood red. In addition to the small red spots in the snow is a girl. Or no, rather a young woman. You as beautiful as the landscape is what is to sense only in the beginning, how beautiful she really is. And hear in this beautiful landscape, in the silence you fall a second drop in the snow. These red dots in the snow give an idea of evil.

The points are located between the legs of the young woman. Drip. No red This time it was a silent tear that had found their way to the ground. Wearing only a skirt she stands there crying in the snow. While the spots become more and more between their legs. Her thoughts swirl around wildly. What should she do? Recently, she had grabbed a stranger and her husband pushed roughly into the snow. After a brief scuffle that had lost it, the stranger pressed with powerful shocks into them. She let it happen. She did not know what to do. Softly she cursed the male sex as well as the man in particular. She had received the stranger never see. Only the pain she was in permanent memory. Make a display on Unknown? What this would have a meaning? Only the snow was a witness. Still and yet with a certain presence heard this is happening. Without large to be felt. Cold burned the snow in her face. But this was not the only thing that was burning then. Now she was still in the same place as before. Quiet now see the way the tears from her eyes. What should she do?

A car is approaching fast on the small and narrow street on which they still was. Without thinking she jumped in front of the car. Nothing and no one knew why the boy had to give way to live. Only the snow had witnessed the event. He quietly trickles on to the street. But also begins to cry. The silence remains slow and veiled the beautiful landscape that happen in her beautiful white.