LYCANTHROPY CONTESTANT
Right in the middle of my very meager and very late night dinner the intercom buzzer went off. It’s so loud that even when I’m expecting it the damn thing nearly scares me to death. Well, if I could die from a heart attack, it might scare me to death.
I walked over and pushed the talk button:
“Who is it?”
“Marcus”
“Marcus, what the hell are you doing here at this hour?”
“I have to see you. It’s an emergency.”
“Are you bleeding or is there a bone sticking out of you somewhere? Because that’s an emergency at 2:00am, but as far as I’m concerned nothing much else is.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day and I just have to see you.”
Ah. A booty call by a twenty five year old in the middle of the night. That’s all I need. I’d have to change, shower, put some makeup on, what a pain. But then my appetites and an idea hit me at the very same time.
Marcus is a succulent Italian dish and it had been a while.
“Ok, I’ll buzz you in, but I have to hop in the shower, so you just come in and have a beer and wait while I get freshened up.”
I buzzed him into the lobby and left my door open a crack. I’d have a minute or so before he got up the stairs. I scurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
I hid in the closet where I could look out through the slats to see if he came into the bathroom. About a minute later he came into the room on tippy toes. He stripped, and crept toward the shower. Just as his hand made contact with the curtain I bounded out of the closet and caught him by the neck in my jaws and around his taut middle with my claws.
His eyes widened as he saw me, then all the blood left his face as I dragged him into the shower. It’s so handy when they take their clothes off first, then there’s no need to spit up the zippers and buttons afterwards.
As it turned out having dinner in the shower was very convenient since all of the fluid splatter just went right on down the drain.
Even with the water running I was relieved that my shower curtain is plastic and easily rinsed down, because Marcus turned out to be even juicier than I thought.
It always seems like any time I have Italian I just get it everywhere .
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©2010 Karen Schindler
Karen Schindler writes even when she’s not writing. A wonderer, a cherisher of life and experiences, she lives with gleeful abandon and pulls others into her wake. Karen’s fiction, poetry and essays have been or are about to be published in Eclectic Flash, Voxpoetica, WeirdYear, Flashes in the Dark, Blink/Ink, InkNode, the upcoming Pill Hill Press and Lame Goat anthologies and online and in the print anthology of the 52 Stitches 2010 line up. You can see more of her work at Miscellaneous Yammering.
March 4th, 2010 at 1:50 pm
Fun story, Karen. Last line is great.
March 4th, 2010 at 4:27 pm
“Any time I have Italian I just get it everywhere”?!? That is so great!
Loved your story!
March 4th, 2010 at 4:41 pm
Italian is messy eating, but filling! Great story, Karen!
March 4th, 2010 at 5:06 pm
wicked! and tasty!
March 4th, 2010 at 5:09 pm
It could have been very messy, but you handled it nicely. Great story.
March 4th, 2010 at 6:58 pm
Never thought about taking my Italian meal with me into the shower. That would save a lot of money on laundry.
Congrats on getting your story published here!
What’s for dessert, by the way?
March 4th, 2010 at 7:07 pm
Cannoli?
Thanks for stopping in everybody! Much appreciated.
March 4th, 2010 at 8:51 pm
Evil Karen! I thought you were a good girl.
March 5th, 2010 at 12:50 am
That darn jucy/messy Italian… but I’m glad she didn’t have to spit out the zippers and buttons, such an inconvenience…
Great dark flash, Karen!
March 5th, 2010 at 11:23 am
Loved that closing line, Karen! Great entry for the contest.
March 6th, 2010 at 8:11 pm
What, no breadsticks? Oh, I guess they’d get too soggy in the shower.
Wonderful work.
March 15th, 2010 at 1:11 pm
Loved it! Wonderful setup and execution.