sage

Note: this is a portion of my novel, near completion, of a serial killer in the desert of the southwest.

Desert Bones

Night after night he sat in his car hidden by shadows close to her office. The desert heat plied him with thick air that clotted in his throat and it made him edgy.

He fumbled for his keys in the ignition and rolled down the window. A welcome breeze found his face and as the night air came across the back of his neck it felt cool as perspiration rolled down onto the collar of his shirt. He let out a quiet sigh.

He took off his jacket, but before throwing it in the backseat he rummaged in the inside pocket and took out a small flask. He was about to take a swig when he saw her come out of her office. His eyes fixated on the rhythm of her hips as she walked towards her car.

“Swing it good, baby,” he said under his breath. His words wreaked with disgust.

By now his shirt was soaked in sweat and he was getting nervous. He finally took a long swig hoping it would calm him down, but instead the all too familiar hot sensation burned enough to make him cough. He thought she heard him because she stopped in her tracks, looking all around her into the night. He was sure she had seen him.

He quickly slumped down into his seat, the steering wheel clipping his arm. “Shit!” he whispered,
rubbing his elbow.

He stayed motionless for a few moments, holding his breath. Finally he heard her car door open and he breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly sat upright.

As she got into her car, her tight skirt hiked its way up high on her thighs, the moonlight glistening off her creamy skin. He felt that all too familiar rush and took another swig. His hands were trembling and with one hand he clutched the steering wheel tight trying to steady his nerves.

He watched her through his rearview mirror as she drove away. Words of her epitaph entangled deep in his gut, scribed with the cold hard steel of his knife, as he followed her from a safe distance behind.


© pweaver aka sage

KingAce

Honestly I have so much respect first off for the fact that you can write a good story because I can't do that....anywayz I love this story because it's like a stalker watching this woman but at the same time it doeasn't really feel creepy in the sense that it feels like you're with him watching instead of being werided out or creeped out by what he's doing it seems more like that high school crush freshman year and you're afraid to say something and besides that most of the time you'd rather just have the pleasure of seeing them...lovely; Thank You

PaintedDiary

Dear Sage,

This was beautifully executed. You give the audience just enough. This has that stalker feel, yet it seems like they know each other, or she may know him. Please let us know when the Novel is complete. This is an exciting write. I want more!!!! LOL!!! Thank you for sharing.

~*Painted*~

Ariono-jovan Labu

this was somewhat ironic as i have just completed a screenplay somewhat of relation. you have a nice command of the narrators voice yeah. deinately has me wanting to share more. looking forward, one-