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You kissed me then and I was soon tasting the sweet strawberries on your lips. You opened your mouth and I stifled a groan. You were almost too good at this.
I was bitten, changed. Blood rust raged in my body and I resisted the urge to sink my teeth into Calvin's neck. He sat beside me, oblivious to my mental battles. Turning he smiled at me. "Come on," he said, "lets go get something to eat." I laughed shakily and nodded. If only he knew how hungry I was...
My wellingtons splashed through the puddle and I was glad that it was no longer raining. Ahead a rainbow shone and I regretted not bringing my camera with me, today of all days.
The pins scattered to the floor as I ripped the half sewn dress from the machine and tossed it to the ground. What was the use? No one was ever going to ask me to the dance anyway. I'd be better off knitting a pair of seat pants for the rest of lonely existence.
The branches didn't waver as I used them to pull myself up the leafy tree. Finally, I heaved myself up onto the platform you were sitting on, waiting for me. As I watched the sunset you took a penknife from your jeans pocket and began carving our initals into one of the brances. I was so in love with you that day.
My shoes were ruby red. The colour of jellies and passionate sunsets. The summer sun filtered through the trees as we lay in the bed of your truck talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
"Why are you always so stubborn?" he asked as we tried to restart the truck.
"I'm not stubborn. I'm just willful. Besdies, why would I want a new truck? This one is full of memories!" Jet rolled his eyes.
"Women..." he said.
The attendant handed me a towel to dry my face with and then disappeared without a sound.
"What's going on?" I demanded of the slight woman in front of me. She removed her spectacles and polished them on a small rag she took from her pocket.
"All in good time, dear," she answeresd.
His eyes seemed to blaze as he looked at me.
"We're going to get through this you know," he said and I couldn't help but laugh.
"John," I said, "We are tied up in the cellar of the old Mason place and it's about to be set on fire. What the hell makes you think that we are going to be okay?"
"I was saving this for a rainy day," he said running his hand over the glass jar that was brimming with small change. The light caught on the shiny pennies.
"Well it's not exactly sunny today," I said.
"I don't know how many more rainy days I'm going to get," he answered and raised the jar to smash it.
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