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It oozed out. She expected spray or splatter but it definitely oozed - out around the blade's base where the handle met the steel. The color of the skin made a great canvas for the red contrast. The pain in his face as it contorted and twitched was satisfying. All of this power over her was now gone. Hie ego could no more save his life than it could control her destiny now. He had no identity here. She made sure this would end it all. This act in this place would free her. Her flight out was days away. The connection at the next train station would erase this past. The storm that would hit the pass soon should cover his lifeless body for the winter, and by the time the thaw came no one would know but her.
There would be searches possibly but only if she wanted them. He had been so helpful with that. Left his life- said his good byes. So, if he didn't make further contact with anyone, he'd be written off the way he had done to her. With the death of his mother the number of people in his life who were invested was down to zero.
She took off the trench coat she'd had on. Draped it over her shoulder, tucked the Gucci leather gloves into the pocket and pulled the cuffed knit mittens on. She maneuvered her way out of the bluffs and back into the light flow of foot traffic - a few hand fulls of tourists looking for their train to pull into the quaint mountain depot.
As the whistle approached she blended into the crowd on the stations deck, gently placed the coat on the back of an old bench and disappeared back into her life.