DATE MOVIE

Jeff picked up May at the drug store she worked at. He drove up in his Benz, and she climbed in. For the first time in her life, May wasn't nervous about her date. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have come across a guy like Jeff.

A driven man in life, passionate. Driving a Benz, you can tell he had money. And from his smile and personality, you could tell he was good with people. He came from old money. His family has been in the meat packing business since the fifties. He's the one who expanded into making his own sausage.

He was a winner.

Not like those other losers she'd dated since she was twelve. Doug the junkie. Max the football coach who had a thing for young boys. Dallas who killed a man for ten dollars in a card game. And Fred, who went off to college and never contacted her again. Then there was the guys in between. A few one night stands and Mr. Vicks her current boss ended the affair cause his wife wasn't dying after all.

Yes. Jeff was definitely the right one for her.

The apartment he lived in was a studio big enough to store three cars. He had original paintings on his wall by Georgia O’Keeffe. He drank wine, not Pabst blue ribbon. He ate shell fish and not hamburgers and pork rinds. He liked dramas, not Stallone flicks.

He was a winner.

This was their third date. Jeff decided to watch A room with a view. It fit the mood he was in, he told May. The movie began and ten minutes in, he asked if she wanted more wine. She said yes.

Jeff went to his new state of the art fridge, opened the door. They discussed the movie in context of other films and literature about the Victorian age, yelling from different rooms. Jeff reached in for the new bottle of red wine past the head with the hole in the top where a spoon sat. The expression on the woman's face was one of horrible shock and undeniable fear.

May felt woozy. Double vision troubled her. Jeff appeared only in a blur. May was disappointed she didn't get to finish her date like she had the last three. With the hilt of a knife deep in Jeff's chest as they cuddled in bed.

But later on Jeff was satisfied, even for a short time.

Author's Note

just a quickie

Reviews

[Chuck Briggs]

Love the way you repeat "He was a winner,' although now I want to see Jeff get HIS too. Great ending sentence too - really makes this one linger after you've finished reading.

[mark slade]

Once again, thank you for the review.

[Raven Starhawk]

This flows so fluently. "Dallas who killed a man for ten dollars in a card game." That line made me literally do this: o.o I guess I can imagine a guy like that so easily, but anyway I liked this short story. ^^*