Drabble

She was running a comb through her hair. It was her normal routine. Every night, same time. Very predictable. Too predictable. She was too consumed with her reflection to notice her bedroom door close. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back. It was too easy. She didn’t even see the man as he crept behind her. Still with her head back, the man pulled out his small knife. The woman opened her eyes and they widened in shock. A bloodcurdling scream, forever stuck in her lungs as a knife was sliced across her throat. Blood splattered everywhere; he vanished.