“Happy anniversary baby”, Jen said as she poured the wine. “Do you remember when we first met? Can you believe it’s been 5 years?”
Mike poked the fire, shooting sparks up the flue. “Actually, that’s not true. I’ve been planning this trip to the cabin for quite some time now to surprise you. It’s really been 8 years.”
“What are you talking about? We met at Monica’s wedding in Santa Barbara in ’04.”
“No, no, that’s when we were formally introduced.” The poker rolled around in Mike’s hand getting hot to the touch, the point took on a dusky reddish hue. “We met for the first time in SoHo in ’01. I had a beard then, that’s probably why you don’t remember.”
“That can’t be right. I was still going to UCLA in ’01. Plus, you… beard… eww.”
“Yup, you and Monica had been out club hopping and were driving home, but you had a little too much to drink.” Mike said. “You were driving your dad’s Volvo, and you plowed into my minivan.”
“That’s not funny Mike, you know I still have nightmares about that night.”
“Oh, I know it’s not funny Jen. You killed my wife and daughter that night.” He approached her with the poker. “Eight years… I honestly never thought it would take this long to make you pay.”
Jen screamed and ran for the door to find it locked.
“I hope it doesn’t take this long for Monica.” Mike said as he swung.
This is my entry for the Clarity of Night short fiction contest. I am entry number 35. This will be my seventh time entering Jason’s contest and I can only say I like it better every single time.
The community support is just fabulous and there is such a wide variety of entries, there will always be at least one you love.
Go over and read some of the entries, you won’t be disappointed.
I really like this story Dave. Well Done. I hope it does well.
Vampire stories have started appearing.