Stars Fall
Part 2
In town, a tall-emaciated figure strode through the crowded street nightlife, until his quarry reached the mouth of the alley that he knew she used as a shortcut back to her apartment, off the gay quarter.
He had followed the young woman from the library where she worked to her home for three nights, before deciding that tonight was the night: tonight she would be his.
Stacy Jennings wore spectacles, which she pushed back to the bridge of her nose as she stood at the kerbside, waiting to cross; the sounds of the Eighties playing through the headphones, ‘seemingly adhered to her ears’, as had been said, many times.
The Supervisor’s promised stock audit had taken place and, she was two hours late to go home and, her boxer was first and foremost in her mind.
Only just a year-old, Hercules had been a present from her boyfriend and, like him the dog was as daft as daft could be: unlike the dog, her boyfriend was dead.
It had happened months earlier and, on this self-same route…
Now here she was, about to cross the busy road, her dog on her mind, the collar of her beige trench-coat pulled up, against the chill evening air.
A light changed and, for a moment the traffic flow ceased, allowing Stacey to cross and make her way to the corner store, to get Hercules his meat, before going home.
It was as she left the store with her purchase that a light green glow illuminated the street she had taken for a brief moment. Stacey was unaware of the source of the light and only dwelt on the matter for a second, before continuing to walk…
And, behind her long bony fingers clung to brickwork, as feral-like eyes peered furtively back and forth, before their owner emerged from the shadows, to continue to follow Stacey…
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Hours passed and a search ensued, after Errol did not return to his house…
As he had wanted, they had shared their passion’s… his for her body and for Leanne, there was her passions for flesh, which ‘just had to be satisfied.’
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Ahead was the point where two alley’s met, where he planned to surprise her. It wasn’t far and, with a leap he was atop the tall wall of red-brick; moving fast, on skeletal legs, with his quarry in view.
Then he leaped, on long crane-like legs, assured of where he would land and, quite unaware that his night-time hunt had been noted, as a green glow caught his fleeting shadow’s movement beneath a yellow lamp-light and suggested the presence of a threat, to Stacey.
The young woman paused, allowing the predator to get closer, as she half-turned, left hand on the wall, her right foot lifted a little off the floor. Then removing her black ankle-boot, Stacey closed her eyes, attuning her senses to the oncoming threat.
With a shuffle of tracks, the iPod suddenly chose to play Michael Jackson’s seminal album ‘Thriller’ and a smile touched Stacey’s lips, as Vincent Price voice intoned the introduction.
And, as the music began and quickly built, the young woman whirled in a circle, the top of the boot in hand…
The sole his her show his stalker on the nose, the heel tip penetrating his right eye, causing a bloody viscous fluid to erupt from tattered flesh.
Then her smile widened, as he fell to his knees, long black coat billowing around him, as he screamed his pain and called her many things, none of them mattering to Stacey, who pulled her boot back on, then resumed her journey home, her dog on her mind…
And as the glowing debris passed through the nightsky, there were others touched by it’s green glow, all of whom found themselves changed, by this catalyst for change…
Fini.
Stars Fall
Part 1
Dusk had passed hours earlier and the night was filled with stars. Above the town, on the top of the rise, the short-body, open top, sat at the end of the field that was almost surrounded on three sides by trees: except for the road in, that you had to know of.
The cars lights had been turned off and the stereo played soft-rock, as the cars occupants were turned on, by one another.
Errol the driver was dark-skinned, dark-eyed, with short black-hair and, a smooth toned upper body.
He was already topless, which his companion relished, finding pleasure in the warmth of his warm flesh and, its touch beneath her fingers.
Leanne was a short, too-slim, blue-eyed blonde. This was her third date with Errol and, she intended him to get to third base, or beyond: after all, every girl on campus wanted him and, he was with her.
She had dressed to kill and thrill, wearing a short tartan wraparound skirt, a blouse than illustrated that she was braless, once she had removed her cardigan and, thigh high stocking, worn to entice.
And, as music played she admired his torso, which conveyed his sports interests, as the young man was slim, quite muscular and toned.
Running her small hands across his chest, Leanne smiled before asking Errol, quite unnecessarily, “You do like me, don’t you?”
Her companion was nearly breathless with tremulous excitement and, as she grazed his left nipple he gasped before answering, “I don’t bring just anyone here, you know?” And, it was true; Errol brought few girls to this site.
He’d brought several people here, to be with him and, few had been girls. But, few knew and none would tell on him, not the Captain of the football team.
Then the cluster of small rocks fell through the sky, in an arc that carried the from the top right of the sky, then in an arc downward, leaving a green glow in their wake…
And, as the light they cast reflected in his eyes, a change was wrought in Errol’s psyche and his passion inflamed, he took the young blonde in his muscular arms.
“I’m gonna have you tonight,” he whispered in her right ear, as her eager fingers traced out his arousal in his blue-jeans…
“Oh, I know…” Leanne murmured, melting in his strong arms, her legs parting a little, for the egress of his inquisitive fingers.
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COMMENTS
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dabbler
00:59 Apr 21 2015
Oh shit! In the eye.