The Internet Murders - continues

“Sandra was dreaming again. She was running, the dark figure never far behind her. Her heart could not bear to beat any faster. Philip walked into the room and realized that Sandra was having a nightmare. She was moaning and moving back and forth. He was wondering whether he should wake her when the red-haired nurse walked in. “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” The nurse commented casually, not expecting an answer, as she examined the solution in the bag draining fluids into Sandra. Sandra became still. Whatever she had been dreaming must have come to a close, because she stopped moving, and her face relaxed. “Just a coincidence, her being so still suddenly; she is alive,” the nurse said softly, smiling at Philip. Philip knew that women found him attractive, especially when he was in uniform. Women liked to feel protected, and his presence always made them feel safer. It was not only his physique. Philip stood tall at six feet two and was muscular and firm at 210 lbs. The contrast of his darker skin colour and green eyes made most women just want to look at him. His eyes derived from his mother’s gene pool. He had also inherited the softness of her nose and lips. From his father, he inherited his square jaw and powerful physique. His skin colouring was a blended mixture of his mother’s fair skin and his father’s dark skin. His mother would tell him that his skin tone of mixed batter of their favourite peanut butter cookies. He was just perfect. Their perfect child. He loved his mother more than life itself. She wanted grandchildren, but that was the furthest thing from his mind. He wanted to focus on his work and studies. The nurse was staring at him. “You have the most beautiful green eyes.” “My mother is from Sweden. Her entire family is fair-skinned with blue eyes except for her. She has green eyes. She used to tell me that her eyes were green because they were meant for me.” “And your father?” She asked curiously. He was a professor at Queen’s University. He taught English. He had a massive heart attack when he was 49. He didn’t make it.” “I’m so sorry.” Excerpt From: Silva Redigonda. “The Internet Murders.” iBooks.