Sex and Murder Magazine

By Puma Pearl

They met on a tropical vacation.
She stood in the hotel lobby,
a lost look in her eyes.

What are you looking for, Ma?
he asked, in a safe, familiar tone.
A dead body, she replied.

He thought that was funny.
An hour later, they were in his room.

Looking for dead bodies became
their private joke. They'd point out
hiding spots on beaches and in bed.

At the airport, she turned back once
and pointed to a likely spot behind
a luggage carousel. He laughed
and forgot about her.

She slept most of the way home.
The seat next to her was empty.