STALKER – A SHORT STORY

As is my nature, I lay cocooned in my bed covers. In the deepest of sleep, I ignored the indifferent outside distractions.

Carried by the sub-zero winter winds, ice pellets hit the street lights and covered all the gated houses. Black metal gates, sidewalks, and the once black and yellow streaked roads glossed over. The bare trees and their branches were swathed by inches of coarse ice.

The windows were lustrous as I slept insulated within my sheets and blankets, the winter world an oblivion to me.

I sat up instinctively. I had no reason why. I was not awakened by my sleeping dog that remained at my feet or roused by the house alarm.

He is here again, camouflaged by the night shadows; he is the dark tree without movement. He whose eyes that I have never seen. Bold in defiance, I turn to him; my body, immobile, shakes in horror. I dare not move out of bed. I must be still and pretend to sleep. Draping myself with my bed linen, I lay back and shut my eyes. Preventing any further noticeable trembles, I compress my legs together. I can feel his presence, but I cannot see him. I never see him. I only feel him.

He knows somehow that I have sealed my eyes, clinching them shut. I just want him to go away. I try and compose myself – it is no use. Covering my mouth with my right sheeted hand, I scream out, knowing that he is laughing at this. How can it be that he can see me? How could anyone see through the inches of ice that adhere against my window?

Crouching into a fetal position, I smash myself down against the mattress and shudder in panic. I tremble, pleading in whispers for his flight. The ice droplets continue pouring against the roof; I can hear the pound, bang, tapping of ice against winter clay as my heart beats- thumping excessively. I feel sweat washing down my neck length hair onto my spaghetti strapped shoulders, and the coldest of cold shivers pierces my spine. Desperate to release their unnatural hold, I feel every muscle in my body tightening. I tremble. I wait.

Jack and Jill

Jack approaches Jill,
“Damn baby girl.”
He rubs his chin,
Cocks his head.
Jack smiles at Jill’s busty display
And grabs for her ass.
Jill is shocked
She swings at Jack
Red lipstick grimaces
She searches for mace.
Jack waits.
Jill gives up,
“What the fuck?”
Jill knees Jack,
A brick wall
Holds Jack.
Jill smirks.
Jack cries out “bitch!”
Jack begs “please,”
Jill grins.
She bites his tits through
A Polo white shirt.
Jack swallows,
Black strapless jumpsuit falls
Revealing pink perky tits.
Jack grabs for her ass.
Jill steps back.
She grins,
A slap,
Jack’s head spins
Once more, Jack begs,
“Please.”
Jill shakes her head
Jill cups Jack’s blue jean head.
Jill swivels her hips
She thrusts
Jack is pinned
By a Chocolate Espadrille sandal.
Jack and Jill are thinking,
“Fuck me.”
Jill unzips his fly
Licking her watermelon glossy lips.
Jack sighs in great relief,
Both whispering “fuck me.”
Jill kisses his prick
While jerking his flaccid dick.
Jack continues imploring.
Jill hears his request
She raises her eyebrow
“Hold it.
I can make you erupt.”
Jack can’t wait.
Jill annoyed, assesses
Pfft, a young man
She draws up her shirt,
Jill leaves a frown.
Jack’s pecker drapes down.
Jack in shock cries out,
“What the hell?”
He shrugs his shoulders
He adjusts his shirt
And walks home,
Alone.