Running In HeelsA Story by XuruThe start of a short story, once begun as a poem.There's a monster in my back seat.
My attempts at a quick glimpse prove only useless as the street lights overhead distort it's features.
I grip the steering wheel tighter as the seat belt hisses, constricting me back further.
Quick forming shadows etched across a face threaten to expose pockets of skin and identity.
“Her” the voice drawls into me. The hot breath in my ear teases my brain into something more, something real, something I now pray is just a craving that a king size pack of Du maurier might satisfy.
Pulling up beside the curb, I look to my right, struggling to see what has enticed my surprise passenger of the night. Squinting my eyes to strain through the window is no easy task though. When darkness befalls this city, it's sheet is thick. Even after all this time my eyes still adjust as if suddenly foreign and new.
It doesn't take long to spot my monster's fancy. She looks to be pretty, most of those days behind her though as this flower's on the cusp of wilting. Petals shivering and delicate; she briskly walks past.
“You want this...” It's voice trails off further and the car lurches back.
© 2017 XuruAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on March 8, 2016 Last Updated on July 7, 2017 Tags: short story, nonsense, murder, psychological, ramblings, violence Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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