Friday, November 6, 2009

Engelbert Says...

He stared at her small hand wrapped in his, knuckles white and high-lighting fine blue veins, fingers wrapped tight about his own, and he remembered how they'd met.

Such an unexpected find. He remembered how they'd immediately clicked, as if they'd known each other for decades, as though getting to know her was part new and part recalling her moods, her body and the secrets she kept hidden from everybody else.

But things were different, circumstances had changed. He had changed, though she had somehow remained the same. There was no kind way to end this, he had to let go.

When he did, she didn't stop screaming until she hit the rocks, far below.

9 comments:

  1. Like it, especially the white knuckles at the start, it seems so innocent at first but on the second reading it hints that she might be very afraid. Good stuff.

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  2. Evil man...watch out, ladies...great read, Anton!

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  3. Oh...you mean that kind of "let go"! Ouch, lol. Nice flash!

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  4. LOL! He means to let go permanently. Nice bit of foreshadowing.

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  5. Anton, you have such a deliciously warped mind. That was a really good piece of writing.

    Helen
    Straight From Hel

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  6. Well, at least it was swift and sweet. No time to suffer.

    ;P

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  7. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LxC3M-Yngs

    Huh?? What? Thought I was in the FL Keys for a minute. Hehehehe.

    ;P

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  8. I'll put the lime in your coconut, kitten...

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