Fiction Saturday – “And Pull The Hole In After You” – Continued
Fiction Saturday – Continued
When she ran from Dominic she was hoping that, in time, her life would become less complicated.
“Well that didn’t happen, did it?” she said out loud as she popped a bagel in the toaster. She wanted a life that was simpler, not filled with so many dangerous possibilities. “Didn’t get that either, did you?” she said as she picked up the morning paper from outside her door.
Your timing sucks, girl. Why did this have to happen now? Twelve years ago I would have jumped for joy. Now I’m sick about it, just sick.
“This man…this fine, wonderful, funny, and tender man says that he loves me, and I believe him. I think that I love him, too. Oh, hell, I know that I do. I know that I love the way he smells and the way he tastes. I love his voice in my ear and his breath on my neck. He makes me gasp.
“It’s like I’m reading a book for the first time. One I should have read a dozen years ago. One that everybody else has already read, and now I want to memorize every word.
“He says that he wants to be with me. He doesn’t know what that really means. If I tell him, I’m afraid he’ll run, and I’m afraid for him if he doesn’t run.
“I didn’t know that my skin could ever be so… so in love with someone else’s skin. He kissed my little scars. He kissed my moles. I didn’t know that love could be fun. I didn’t know that love could be my choice. I didn’t know love, period.
“I would never hurt him and I’d kill anyone who tried to. I hope he’d be able to do the same for me. Hopefully it will never come to that.
“Maybe I can stay here. Maybe I can be safe. It’s been only a couple of months, at most. Oh, why can’t…? Why can’t…too many things?”
The pungent aroma of the coffee brought her back into her kitchen. She poured herself a mug and picked up the newspaper. Quickly scanning past the local news she got to page four.