Optional Playlist:
Michael Andrews ft. Gary Jules: Mad World
The gravel thrashed against her feet, gray and white, biting bare flesh. The soles were scraped clean. She hadn’t bothered to put shoes on. Every second that put distance between us, was precious.
I watched as her breath came short and fierce. Her knees seemed stiff and heavy. Her galaxy green eyes darted over her shoulder. Tears painted her cracked face. They brushed her lips in savory, salty strokes. Her mouth was twisted. Her palms trembled. Her elbows rustled against her jacket as she ran.
I followed as she reached the end of the driveway. We turned right towards the city limit. Sharp needles began to shoot through her numb feet. The concrete sidewalk eased them. She lifted the back of her hand to brush the fire from her lips. The salt had swirled in their raw, worn fissures.
The evening Wind brushed back her tangled hair. Its’ desperate, soothing serenade was sickening. Her trembling hands reached out in front of her. They pushed past the lamenting song. Her heavy footsteps still plotted escape. I had gained too much ground.
The tips of my slender fingers tugged at her jacket. I longed to hear her footsteps lighten. The hair on her arms stood. Her eyes narrowed. It was impossible that she not see me. Her palms met her temples. She tried to shake herself free. What I wouldn’t give to embrace her…
The thundering black of my looming figure pressed deeper into her. I could feel the rhythmic thud of her heartbeat. The hot breath from her constricted lungs wrapped me in fog. The pallor of her high cheekbones was smudged in candy red. The heat charred me.
“Are you okay?” a neighbor’s shrill voice warbled across the street. “What happened? Why were you running?”
Running. It was something she was so familiar with. She wouldn’t dare stop now. Our 20-year romance was inking its way back through her veins.
That’s why she called to me this morning, the moment he walked into the bedroom. I saw her jaw clinched like chiseled stone. I felt her frantic scream, warm upon his neck. She clambered for release from the tangled thorns that leapt from the tip of his tongue.
His chilled fingers had wrapped roughly around her small hand. His fingernails pressed deep into her flickering tendon. He licked her glinting savage-red sores. They flashed their teeth at me, homage to my timely arrival.
I was the one to guide his unsteady hand. We meticulously ran her cold metal friend straight into her poisoned heart. He cut her free, free to run straight into me.
Now, my chill washes over her glittering skin as she stops to cross the intersection. Her weight shifts from one foot to the other. Her arms hang helplessly at her sides. Her fingers ball into loose fists.
The flashing car jerks to a stop beside the sidewalk. The Officer’s eyes scan her thin body. He jumps from the car. The door thumps closed behind him. She ignores his call. Her eyes fixed on the metal monsters that shimmer across scorching asphalt.
The officer grabs her wrist. Her forearm twists. He meets toxic veins coursing black from infected sores. “Ma’am, I need you to place your hands behind your back.”
I stroke her exposed skin. I jerk her wrist away from him. She is mine. I meet her eyes as they widen and freeze, vapid. A bitter groan escapes her gritted teeth. The cheap lemon scent of her hair fills my nostrils as she violently turns. Her pulse quickens, and her movements are fluid. Her discolored feet fly from the sidewalk and into the road. She runs.
The metal monsters’ breaks squeal. There is a crack and loud clap as her body crumbles into the sea of black. I fall beside her. Her hair is sprawled like the branches of a Sakura tree. She is my melting angel, and I leave her, entangled in her last breath.
Just curious, did you take these pics or get them from somewhere? I’m really enjoying your short stories and dark themes. I hope you continue:)
Some of the photos are my own, the others belong to a close friend who did not want to be mentioned. Thanks so much for reading. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed them! 🙂
Absolutely…wow.
Thank you! I hope you enjoyed the story!
I really did 🙂
This is really beautifully written. Although I did get lost sometimes with so many pretty words used at once, I felt it to be really intense! Really nice!
Thanks so much for reading, and for the comment! I do have a tendency to use too much flowery language…it’s my biggest weakness.
Well, you do have a nice style and all. If you just slow down a bit with this it can make reading your works easier. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, but sometimes it just doesn’t feel natural to real. Keep up the good work. It feels great to read passion! 😉
Intense for sure. Your words do create a pace that is breath-taking, gasping for more. I like the mp3’s at the beginning. Nice touch. It’s the first story of yours that I read…are they all dark? I’m a little scared to follow you.
Thank you so much for reading, and the kind compliment! They are all dark, in their own respect. Depending upon which perspective you’d like to take. 🙂
I see so much hidden meaning behind the words and your style. Or is it just me? Whether it is intentional or not, therein lies mystery and intrigue. Keep up with the writing!
I intentionally write in a way in which the reader can develop their own perspective : ) I’m so glad you stopped by to read!
Beautiful..
Thank you so much for reading!
My pleasure.
Interesting narrative, very fictional but quite exquisite as a literary suspense. Anand Bose from Kerala.
Thank you for reading! 🙂
Powerful
Thank you for reading!
Your writing is so thought provoking. Realy great!
I appreciate your comments! Thank you! 🙂
I like this … A lot. Well done study and Art.
Thank you so much for reading! I’m glad you enjoyed!
Wow! What a powerful piece that can be interpreted in so many ways. Left me wanting more; whats her deamon? Drugs, anxiety, domestic abuse? Who knows. You’ve got a stellar piece here. Congratulations!
Thanks so much for stopping by and reading! I truly appreciate your comment, I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I love allowing readers to interpret based on their own perspectives. 🙂
You’re very welcome! The best pieces are left for the reader to interpret, in my opinion.
Feel free to stop by my blog. I’m always up for feedback from other writers/bloggers. Thanks!
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I’ve suffered from panic attacks for decades and that’s exactly what they’re like. Nice!
Thanks so much for reading! I’m sorry for your panic attacks. It is difficult to find words to describe their nature. I greatly appreciate your comment!
That was really beautiful. It made my heart ache a bit while I read it. Keep up the creativity, and thanks for stopping by my blog.
I absolutely loved this. I really had to reread a couple lines, however, you made me really feel the symptoms of panic and the dark feeling it gave me was so cool. I would love to follow you(: