Hormones
The woman spoke in quiet, soothing tones.
She cooed softly to the man.
I had wandered into this room of the building, my broken glasses in one hand, my bleeding hand in the other-jagged glass still embedded in it.
At the door frame I could make out her figure. Her face was made up of soft planes, her body a shapeless lump covered by...a sun dress? Yes a sun dress, stretched tight across her belly. In fact...she appeared to be pregnant! At this point I began walking towards her, my hand wrapped in my t-shirt, maybe she would be able to get help? She didn't seem to notice me approaching, and I was about 5 feet away from her when I finally could see the man. He was bleeding profusely. The woman turned. A knife clutched in one hand dropping blood, the other pressed against her baby bump. The man's threat glistened, a shimmery mirage, and, paralyzed with fear, I fell to the ground. Right next to her husband.