"You killed that girl."

The voice was soft, with a light British accent, and the eyes widened in both surprise and horror.

"Ca va," Alice answered in French, giving a delicate shrug. A hand produced a handkerchief and dabbed at the blood on her lips.

"She was so pretty."

"Yes, alors tasty!" Alice's French accent was highlighted by the near laughter, and she batted her eyelashes, pleased with herself and the joke.

A soft sigh, and a glance out of the window. "She reminds me of... before."

Alice flicked a hand, a nonchalant, dismissive gesture.

"Stop it. What's the point of being dead unless you're having fun? Hmmmm?"

"Dead?"

Alice turned, and looked in the rear view mirror of her car, and dropped sunglasses over the innocent eyes in the reflection.

"Indeed. Now, shhhh. Let Alice do the driving."



Way down the lane away, living for another day
The aphids swarm up in the drifting haze
Swim seagull in the sky towards that hollow western isle
My envied lady holds you fast in her gaze
And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind the front of your dress all shadowy lined
And the droning engine throbs in time with your beating heart
- The Chauffeur, Duran Duran

Inspiration