
A dirty little secret
A dastardly deed
A hidden desire
We all have a bad side......
the hallucinative saga of a wild woman
He called for backup before he drew his gun and inched closer to the
building. He had no idea if the woman inside was alive or dead, or
how many weapons her capture had.
He slunk to the brownstone's front door, slipped in through its
crack. His gun glinted in the dim light. He could hear voices
coming from apartment 12.
"Don't you move!" He stopped short, breathing laboriously. Almost
immediately the cocking of a gun sounded through the weak wooden
door; a woman's muffled cries quickly following. "Shut, up!" Bang.
He jumped three feet out of his skin. Splintering wood and blasted
concrete exploded immediately in front of his head. Screams!
Collecting himself, he rushed forward, gun brandished. Shoulder
first, he rammed through the wrecked door with its two shot through.
His toes jammed against something hard yet pliable. Quickly
surveying the room before he fell forward over the obstacle. His
gun flew from his hands. Above him stood the woman. Her eyes
rimmed in thick running black mascara. Her carmine lipstick,
smeared and unattractive, bled. Obsidian black hair loosely flowed
around her face as her lacy black teddy and stockings, slightly
askew, caressed her body- tragic yet devastatingly beautiful.
"Maria, I am so glad you are safe. " As he tried to pull himself up
from the corpse, he reached to caress his wife's hands and hold her
in his strong arms. "Langston!" Maria rushed into her husbands
arms. She remembered how safe he felt, his cologne, his strength,
his tender kisses.
"Oh, Langston!" She remembered so many others... Trina, Kristi,
Alexis... "It's alright now, Maria. You're safe. You're
safe." ... Maria took one last breath as she smirked over his
shoulder. "I know." She backed away from him, leveled the gun at
his stomach and pulled the trigger. "But, you're not, Langston."
From writing prompt July 29, 2004 JL Denman