A One Night Stand

100 word story entered in competition with the assigned genre Thriller and action Writing.

She awoke, panicked, to an overwhelming stench and the nights’ memories dismembered. She recalled a napkin and a pencil, the blunted led scrawling a grey impression against the white; was that a name declared or lines of flirtation? She remembered him in segments; a smile, blue eyes, almost-feminine hands, his isolated features ripped apart in her memory as if mentally mutilated. Shot glasses had twinkled in the pub lights, bright, kaleidoscopically disorientating, as a disjointed mouth spoke, asking to be played with. She turned now, uneasy, in her sticky sheets. And rolled onto a body bag.