Stories by Sarah

Empty

Who invited him? Shelby wondered.

She watched him surreptitiously, as she closed the liquor cabinet.

She took a quick gulp of the burning whiskey, and just for a minute the clock seemed to stop.

She took in his tall, hulking frame, electric blue eyes, and shock of black hair. He ruffled a hand distractedly through it, before somehow, he sensed her, looking at him.

She quickly looked away but not before a hot blush stole across her face. With disgust, she felt her pure lust for him; imagining herself lying under him, her own golden hair crowned upon the pillow.

Shelby swore softly under her breath as she realised he was now walking her way.

She turned and rushed out of the lounge, into the food store, hoping she could hide from him, in the kitchen. She wasn’t ready for this, all the turbulent emotions he was evoking in her. It was too soon.

From her concealment in the cupboard, she watched him survey the apparently empty room. He went to the sink, peeked out the window and across the lawn as though expecting to see her running through the grass.

Shelby realised she was holding her breath and silently, she prayed he would leave – look for her no more. Then she wouldn’t have to reveal herself to him.

She stayed strong in her resolve, even when she saw the single tear rolling down his cheek. It was nothing compared to the thousands she’d shed for him. If he wanted her back again, he had truly missed the boat this time.

Finally, he turned and left her in the darkness, and the party went on around them.

She slid down the wall, and reached for a packet of crisps.

By Sarah ©2018

The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 359 and Time to Write: Sentence Starter 36

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

On The Beach

My flips-flops squelch in the soft sand. Tiny grains, incongruously scratchy, between my toes. I scan the beach, finding a place to settle in with my book. The heavens above me, a perfect hue, blend with the azure of the ocean. Warm, gold sunshine, cleanses away the stresses of the working week and soon, I am lost – deep in the pages of my paperback. A sudden rush of movement, catches my eye. I look up, but am too late to evade that rogue wave!

don’t get too cosy
keep one eye out on the sea
waves like to roam free

By Sarah ©2018

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Image credit Aknafi

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different and Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille; and also, Time To Write: A book

Synonyms – flip flips (shoe), scan (sweep), heaven (sky), cleanse (wash), evade (duck)

Stories by Sarah

The Chase

He was in with half a chance of solving this grisly murder. He just knew it!

Detective Bailey had been tailing the suspect for a few days now, and every sense was tingling; telling him he was close.

He sipped a mouthful of yet another bad coffee, and grimaced. He hated the stake outs the most. If not, just for the coffee!

He drew the binoculars up to his eyes and trained them on the small, darkened window. Still nothing.

Relaxed, he leaned back in his car seat and turned on the radio. He whirled the dial until the radio squeal found his favourite golden oldies channel. Queen’s “Bicycle Race” song was playing.

He smiled and began singing along, “Bicycle! Bicycle! I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike…”

Suddenly, there was a blast. The windscreen of the car erupted in a shower of glittering shards and Detective Bailey felt another vehicle slam into the passenger side of his vehicle.

Reaching for his gun with one hand, and bracing himself with the other, he looked up and into the eyes of his suspect; staring at him from the wheel of the other car.

And then he ran for it.

Pawing at the door, Detective Bailey opened it and spilled out into the street. He half-crawled, half-sprung to his feet and gave chase.

He saw the darkened, form ahead make a sudden dash down an alley that Bailey hadn’t even known was there.

The detective’s size eleven shoes echoed clunkily on the road. If the suspect didn’t know he was after him, he did now!

The alley was dark and Detective Bailey scanned the various dumpsters and other unmentionable alley paraphernalia, for his man. He heard the clinking of a chain link fence, as it settled back into its resting position. It had obviously been recently scaled.

“Dammit!” he swore loudly.

He had lost the suspect…

Just then, a shrill and commanding voice, pierced my conscience. “Excuse me ma’am. You can either borrow that or put it back on the shelf, but please stop narrating the book out loud! You’re disturbing the other patrons!”

I closed the book, smiled sheepishly, and slunk out of the library…

By Sarah ©2018

Time To Write: Set The Scene 9 and The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 354

Stories by Sarah

Curtain Call

“Can you come here for a second?” I asked.

No reply.

“Darren?” I probed.

Still no reply.

“Darren!” I bellowed, unable to stop the irritated tone in my voice. That man will be the death of me, I thought.

“What?” came the faint response from somewhere in the garden. He was in that blasted shed again.

Oh for God’s sake! I cursed, dropping the curtain rod to the floor with a loud, metallic CLANG. It’s weight had overcome me while my husband and I played our verbal tennis match.

“Never mind now!” I screeched.

I’d have to try and get it back up later. In fact, I still wasn’t quite sure how it had fallen.

I kicked at it with my foot.

It rocked back and forth a couple of times, but stubbornly sat there.

I knew I was being childish, but red hot anger surged through me.

I hated this place.

I hated my husband.

But mostly, I hated being powerless to do anything about either one of them.

I kicked it again, harder this time. It rolled and hit the wall.

The thump was strangely satisfying. As I turned to walk away, the rod came to rest, and the end came off.

Great! I thought, now I’ve done it! We can’t afford a new rod. We can’t afford anything!

I bent down to inspect the damage and noticed, there was something wedged inside.

I reached in and pulled out rolls and rolls of tightly coiled dollar bills.

They were all hundreds and the rod was filled with them!

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“Honey?” Darren’s voice echoed through the empty bedroom.

Puzzled, but unconcerned, he went back out to his shed.

Meanwhile, I was already on the bus, heading towards my new life. I patted my suitcase and smiled.

By Sarah ©2018

Time to Write: Sentence Starter #35