Dinner

     It's almost seven o'clock already, he'll be here any moment now and dinner isn't ready yet. This will be the first time in a couple of years that I'll let someone else inside my house. The dining table is ready, porcelain plates, a scented candle and silver cutlery, and of course, pretty flowers placed as an elegant centerpiece decoration. I met him three weeks ago, we were at the same art exposition that day. He came to me, as a man who considers himself smart and classy. At first I thought to ignore him, but he reminded me of something I still can't recall. His skin, though pale, had this slightly reddish tone that of a healthy person. His body, obviously worked out, secretely told me his flesh would be some pleasure I wouldn't want myself to miss. He was perfect, I thought. From that moment on, every time I saw him all I could think of was ripping his clothes off, push him over and surrender myself to his body, his scent, his flesh. Kiss him, caress his skin with tender movements. I want to let him know this night what I've dreamt of doing, what I deeply desire to do to him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind, he would like me to, he will implore me to.

     But my, it's almost nine o'clock already, where is he? Dinner's getting cold. He won't be here anymore. Trying not to cry, I walk to my window to close the curtains when I notice there's a blue car parked in front of my house. I've never seen that car before, could that be? I try my best to look if there's someone in it, but it appears to be empty. So much for hoping. I'm already dressed up and there's a lovely dinner waiting for me on the table, I shall at least enjoy myself tonight, I won't let him make me feel bad, not now, not ever. Everything tasted splendid, the meat, above all was perfectly cooked if I have to say so myself. The next morning I took out the trash, the blue car was still there, empty. I opened the lid of the garbage bin and let the black bag drop with a slam, it was then that the car made a beeping sound and unlocked itself. What happened? There's no one around. I came back inside and noticed there were a couple of glasses, half-filled with wine in my living room, but I don't remember drinking last night. I hear a loud noise outside, a man on a bicycle crashed against my garbage bin and fell over. I rushed out to help him up, but before I could reach him I saw something. His expression reflected terror as he stared at the scattered trash on the sidewalk. I saw some car keys first, and then I realized why this man seemed so terrified. I had to do something.

     Tonight I had meat again, and afterwards drove myself to the movies in my brand new blue car.

Reviews

[Isemay]

This was fun! I was reading along, the reddish tone of a healthy person seemed a bit odd, but ok. And then I had to read a second time. Did the narrator really?! *laughs*

[Olivia]

Nice plot twist. I really liked your description in the story. You used just the right amount.
Intriguing from the beginning to the end.

[Deviant Works]

Oh, Su'... Why you little man-eater you!:) This was utterly brilliant and outright clever! Building and building, at first my thoughts a bit elsewhere with your fabulous descriptions, until I read 'the meat, above all was perfectly cooked' and was like 'oh my...'. Ahaha.:) And here I felt bad for this person being stood-up. What was I thinking?:) Just wonderfully written, captivatingly wicked, your last line a perfect close which invokes either a smile or a laugh. Completely enjoyed this, my newfound buddy.:) Thank you for sharing!