Black socks - Short story - The 3 Prompt Weekend Freewrite

zeleiracordero (67)in #fiction • 3 years ago

Black socks

At the end of the day, Tom got into his SUV and told himself that he did not just put a clean shirt on and tuck it into a pair of khakis. He would go hunting.

He saw her on a curve in the road and his eyes were drawn to the contoured legs sticking out of the miniskirt she was wearing. He slowed down and stopped in front of her, looked at her, and from the neck of a cloud he held on so as not to fall.

No words were needed, she understood, she opened the door of the truck with a rehearsed grace, an attractive bewitching and they left as if fleeing from a saint and a demon that united them and separated them.

An old paradox was activated in the race, the hunter was chased and killed at point-blank range, he thought he had stolen the destiny of the woman of his life. And she, very professional, fulfilled the fantasy and gave herself to the role.

"Stay still," Dany said. "Help's coming".

Tom struggled to keep his thinking consistent. But, he couldn't maintain a balanced reaction to what he was experiencing. Bursts of memories flashed before his eyes like a movie and his voice echoed, "I'm a man, don't fuck with me!"

In his mind, an old salsa song that he liked came and went like a tidal wave.

Tom didn't know if he was dreaming, living, or dying, only that he loved her. But, she, Dany, wasn't a she, she turned out to be he, and her heart couldn't take that explosion, her mind blew away from the impression, just as if she had stepped on a mine.

"Lara- laralai-lalala ...Hey!"

He saw himself as a loud singer on a familiar stage: the shower "...Where we go rain, where you take me answered. So we went to my house in Albertico County, a mattress is enough for us. And I, who never had more religion than a woman's body, that morning I hung myself... Oh, how I enjoyed it! I was wearing black socks and a brown leather miniskirt. She was wearing black socks and she stole my heart..."

His mind recreated the fantasy in the midst of the collapse produced by what seemed like a heart attack, as he collapsed before a reality that he did not want to face.

And, meanwhile, Dany didn't know whether to run away or wait for the answer to 911, a fateful number for her, because it was bad for her business. But, her heart didn't give her to run away, it stayed attached to Tom's, waiting for his resuscitation.

"Stay still, help is coming". She said and no longer knew if it was with Tom or with herself.