So after a long absence from flash fiction... I'm back, if just for one week. I kinda cheated...I wrote most of this entry for a previous Mid Week Blues Buster that I never posted... Lucky I think it worked for this weeks too. :) Hope you enjoy. (Click here, to visit and read all of the other entries into this weeks Mid Week Blues Buster).
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The cabin was miles away from the nearest neighbor, just the
way Derrick liked it. It was his place
to escape the hassle of being the county sheriff. He tossed small logs onto the fire; it was
the only source of heat to fight the cold night’s air. He could hear the storm grow fiercer outside
on the tin rooftop. The loud crack of
thunder sent chills up his back, the storm had set in and it would be hours
before it broke. The knock came as loud
as the thunder. He crossed the small
distance to the door taking the pistol from the small table by the door and
putting it in the back of his jeans. He
cracked the door open enough to see his visitor before opening it further but
there was no room for anyone to squeeze past him. “I’m not letting you in here, Devon.”
“Come
on, sugah,” her smile was wicked and cut sharper than any knife. “It’s raining and I’m soaked.”
“I can
see that,” the sun dress hung to every curve, “doesn’t mean I have to let you
in here again.”
She ran
a finger across her lips; eyes shifted out to the pouring rain and then back to
Derrick. Of course he was going to let
her in. He shifted from the door
allowing her to pass. She never stopped
until she reached the warmth of the hearth.
He placed his pistol back inside the chest with his badge.
“I’ll
get you a towel.”
“Making
a mistake Derrick, her husband finds her here again he isn’t so stupid to
believe some fairytale this time.” He
grabbed the towel from the shelf before heading back into the living room, he
saw her dress laid out across the counter and his heart beat faster. She was trouble. He came into the room expecting to see her
naked but instead she sat on a blanket by the fire wearing one of his oversized
shirts.
“I hope
you don’t mind,” she smiled.
“I do,”
he replied. “I told you last time, no
more.”
“Please,”
she stood crossing the small expanse between them, her hand resting on his
stomach. “We both know you didn’t mean
it.”
“You’re
making a fool out of a lot of people,” Derrick stated watching her bite on her
lower lip.
“You’re
no fool,” he ran his hand down the side of her face seeing the small reminder
of a bruise on her cheek healed weeks past.
“I’m not asking you to be my hero.”
He smiled. She replied with a
smile of her own. Her smile was the
definition of wicked, enough to bring any many to his knees.
“You
need to leave,” he started to pull away but found himself falling into the
couch. She positioned herself on his lap
and he looked away avoiding eyes contact.
“No one
knows I am here,” she replied. “This
cabin in the woods, it is such a perfect place to escape from the rest of the
world. I understand why you love it here.” He felt his heart race as he looked into her
eyes.
“You
are trouble.”
“Mama
always said it shoulda been my middle name.”
She leaned in for a kiss and Derrick obliged, her lips tasted of cherry
chapstick. He shifted her weight
standing and carrying her across the room softly laying her down on the floor
in front of the fireplace. He brushed
the red hair from her face feeling her legs wrap tightly around his waist as
she smiled.
“Your
husband catches you here…”
“You
don’t have any worries when it comes to my husband, baby,” she smiled leaning
up for another kiss.
Derrick
leaned up removing his shirt throwing it to the floor. It was then he saw the flashing lights as
they danced through the curtains, blue lights waltzed into the cabin grabbing
every shadow as he looked down at her. “What
did you do?”
She
smirked. There was a confidence hidden in
her devilish eyes and he knew now why she had come to him.
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