Another random prompt to work 3 particular words into a story.
was so much thrill in a first date. Getting to know someone, those
rushing, dizzy feelings you get in your stomach and head.
was great. He treated, of course. He was such a gentleman, opening
doors, seating me and seemingly hanging on my every word. Not that I
didn’t let him speak, he spoke just as much. We traded old romantic
horror stories. The crazy ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends. The first
kisses, the first heartaches.
For dessert he treated me to
strawberries in a heavy cream. It was positively heavenly. We had
coffee, leisurely talking until we noticed we were the only ones left at
the restaurant and that the staff seemed to be hovering for the check
to be paid and for us to make our exit.
We both chuckled
over it as he walked me back to my apartment. I had told him before we
even went out, that I had no intention of inviting him up, not until I
got to know him better and was more comfortable with him. He agreed to
that, and after the stories we had shared over dinner, he could
understand me reasons.
That still didn’t stop him from making innuendo here and there. He winked at every one, just letting me know he was kidding.
convinced me to take a ‘shortcut’ through the park to my apartment. I
was apprehensive at first, but then I thought, ‘why not, I have a big
strong guy with me, no one would mess with us…’.
horrible decision. A stranger didn’t attack us, but he did. He turned on
me. He shoved me into the brush and tried ripping my clothes from me. I
guess all those innuendo he was tossing at me were quite jokes
I kicked him hard in the groin and made a run for
it. I screamed, but that didn’t really help much in this city. Most
people ignored it, bolted their doors and closed their blinds.
I found a maintenance shed. It was locked, but I ran around back to hide. I found a metal rod, gripping it like a baseball bat.
It didn’t take long at all for him to find me. I had left a trail in the dew drenched grasses.
When he confronted me, I swung the rod with all my might, clocking him in the shoulder.
made matters worse. He was talking to me. IT wasn’t yelling or ranting
or raving. It was calm, as if he were talking to a lover.
stepped toward me so quick, grabbing my metal rod and snatching it out
of my hands, tossing it away while making a quick movement toward my
I hadn’t felt a thing at first.
now, I’m looking down. The front of my pale green dress is turning
really dark. Blood. I looked to him. He was holding a very large hunting
knife. Its long blade gleamed crimson in the pale light.
looked down again at my stomach area as I felt things falling to the
ground at my feel. I felt dizzy and woozy. So unsteady. I tried to see
what it was that was dropping at my feet.
Was that strawberries and cream?