I’m not sure when I drifted off or what woke me. The birds? Or maybe the chill in the air? Whatever it was, it interrupted a great dream. We were dancing. Just like we did the night we met. I could still hear the fading beats of Crazy in Love in my mind and I fought to fall back into the music. But it was too late. Consciousness flooded in. Ruining my return to sleep. Spoiling my chance to revel in the hot stickiness of that dance floor.
But even awake, I manage to conjure up the thrill of that night. I remember the pounding music and the flashing lights. Seeing you. Surrounded by people. Laughing and twirling like you didn’t see me. But, I knew you could feel the tension running between us. Crackling like lightening in a storm. Pulling us together. Showing me that you were destined to be the one.
I would have happily sat with that thought longer, but my waking reverie was broken by a shaft of light penetrating the trees. Its brilliance illuminating our special place, as if the gods themselves understood the holiness of that night. The light filled me with almost indescribable joy, but it also signaled that morning has come. Time to hit the road. But I knew I’d be back next year. I never visited the others. But even after fifteen years you’re still special. The first one. Our destiny fulfilled.
This depressing bit of serial murder flash fiction (WC = 241) was inspired by Sue’s beautiful photo prompt (above) (Sorry Sue!! And if it’s too “rated R” for the prompt I understand) and by the challenge to spend a night in a cemetery courtesy of #TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya. Click here for details and other story links.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
A superb and very special post Tina. You heart flows through the words with a powerful feeling.
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Thank you so much. 😊
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My pleasure, Tina.
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An ambiguous story… but your comment clarified the meaning at the end, Tina. Very well told!
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Thanks. After I posted it I thought I probably should have left off the comment. Ambiguity can be good. But what’s done is done 🤓
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I rather like the extra clue. It would have worked as a romantic interlude…but works even better with the surprise…
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🙂
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It’s sad how the beauty is marred by the murder that took place. Nice job.
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Thanks Michele. ☺️
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Loved the story. I guessed it, may be, because currently I’m writing about one such serial killer. 😉
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Cool. I’ll have to check it out.
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Wow.. What description… I thought it was a night of fun and revelry… Serial killer thinking about his first kill… Wow again
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Thanks 😊
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks!
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And here I thought the narrator was communing with a lost lover!!! Well, maybe that’s not so far off after all…
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😉🤪
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