His Girl

Very short story of a man with a knife, and a girl (for Tigger's 69-word contest)

He removed her red negligee, studying her beautiful, firm body and delicate curves. In silence she laid before him, her emerald eyes closed. She never saw the glint of his blade before it sliced into her chest. He began to carve. She did not shriek, nor stir. The coroner's heart ached. Pity. Poor young lass should be dancing and romancing this Valentine's eve, not laying stiff on my table.