Thursday, August 1, 2013

Mid Week Blues Buster #24

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).             

                  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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