Death and the Call Girl — Jennifer Crowfoot

Sometimes our sacrifices are not in vain,for what we stand to gain can far outway what we have lost.For one young woman,a man's familiar husky voice triggers memories of her one and only chance at happiness. As she looks on at the scene of her fiery death she reminisces on a life filled with nameless, faceless men, all willing to pay for her time and favours.And him, the only man she ever loved.Having forgotten her true identity she relieves the pain of a life wasted, thrown away. And a passionate love which she sacrificed on the altar-of-greed.With the scent of violets swirling in the twilight and the sight of one lone stiletto, he too remembers. He recalls the beautiful woman of the night who stole his breath and his senses. The woman who stole his heart away from his wife and the one who took his life and turned it inside out, changing it forever.