Night of Firsts Part One
Selma took a final drag on her cigarette and tossed it onto the street. It was something she’d done so often that the people passing by never looked her way anymore. They preferred to mind their business.
Such was the life in a small town, and it was just how she wanted it.
Crossing her arms, she leaned against the lamppost and waited.
After a few minutes, she spotted her prey coming out of the bar and stumble over the woman with him.
Smiling, she crossed the street, pulling a stake and bottle of holy water from her coat pockets.