'Flash!' Winter 2017

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


A short story written by Imaginarium House member, Hullabaloo22.

Chapter 34 (v.1) - The Perfect Getaway

Submitted: December 20, 2017

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The Perfect Getaway.

 

Do you remember what it’s like to be young and in love? Or perhaps you are now, and don’t need to use your memory at all. Frank and Cathy are, and when a friend offers them the use of an isolated cabin for a long weekend they don’t hesitate to accept.

 

The cabin is up in the mountains, surrounded by forests. It will be cold, but they are not planning of spending time outside, and they are promised a plentiful supply of ready-cut logs for the fire. Their nearest neighbour will be on the other side of the woods so they are guaranteed absolute privacy.

 

One slight hitch is the forecast. There is the outside possibility of snow. But hey, if they worry about every possibility, they’ll never do anything. Besides, Frank’s truck has big thick wheels; they’ll be okay, and so with no reservations they set off on Friday, just after noon.

 

It was a long drive and would take a good four or five hours. Cathy didn’t mind, and neither did Frank, in spite of having to do the driving. They played their favorite music, sang along with varying tunefulness, and as the time went on, grew quieter. Occasionally her head would rest on his shoulder, and sometimes they held hands. As they drove further out of town and in to the wilds, the less traffic they saw.

 

Almost there, the temperature drops. The odd flake of snow shows up in the headlights. But the ground is clear and the road is free of ice. Nothing to worry about. The turning for the cabin comes in to sight. They had been keeping watch for it for the last half hour. If they’d have missed it they would have ended up at the turning for the other cabin.

 

Frank parks the truck and Cathy carries some of their bags indoors. Mostly food, drink, the sort that normally they would not indulge in too much, but this was a weekend of romantic self-indulgence and to hell with the calories.

 

It’s cold inside the cabin. Cathy’s breath creates a mist as she breathes out. She’ll boil some water, make them a hot drink and liberally splash in the liquor. That will warm them up. Frank goes to the fireplace and expertly gets the fire to roar in to life. Another couple of logs thrown on and they sit side by side in front of the blaze, letting it thaw out the chill.

 

Cathy goes off for a while, returns carrying a thick and ultra-fluffy blanket. They’ll spend the night by the fire, for anyone knows that when you are really in love it does not matter where you lay, so long as it’s together.

 

In the morning the fire was still burning enough to be brought back to life. Both Frank and Cathy get up, walk around a bit to stretch their legs, and stand together looking out of the window. The world, at least the bit directly around them, is covered in a thick white blanket. The snow must be a good eight to ten inches thick, much deeper where it’s drifted.

 

They both pull on their coats, their boots, and travel backwards and forwards to the woodshed. They had been told to use as much as they wished and that’s what they would do. After a lunch that they cooked together, Frank and Cathy take up their positions by the fire. It might be freezing outside but they had the fire and their passion to keep them warm.

 

It was the sound of a helicopter that woke them at first. So loud in the surrounding silence they don’t think too much of it; after all, it’s probably just passing on it’s way to somewhere else, maybe a search in the mountains for a lost climber as the snow had come down quickly.

 

Cathy snuggled up to Frank again and started to drift back off when she heard a vehicle, then another. It sounded just like they had pulled up outside the cabin. The helicopter was back, so close it was making the chimney smoke. They both sat up, pulling on thick sweaters, pants, and made their way hand-in-hand to the window.

 

Before they got to it, a voice boomed out. “This is the police. Come out with your hands up! You are surrounded. This is the police! Come out with your hands up. Officers are armed and will shoot if you try to escape!”

 

What the....?” Frank could not believe it. They’d done nothing wrong!

 

What’s going on, Frank? I’m scared.” Cathy moved next to him, clung to him as he put his arms around her shoulder.

 

Don’t worry, Cath. We’ll sort it out. Must be some kind of mix-up.”

 

Together they walked to the door, opened it and let the officers search them and the cabin. There was nothing to hide, nothing for the police to find. Both Frank and Cathy knew that they had not done anything wrong.

 

The officers moved to one side, leaving just one to watch over the couple. The helicopter still hovered over head. And then there was a BANG! An explosion so close it forced the helicopter to bank sharply away. The smell of smoke filled the air and flames could be seen flickering in the distance. An engine roared away down the road, tyres skidding, brakes squealing as it thundered down the snowy surface.

 

Frank and Cathy looked at the officers. The officers looked at each other and then looked at one who, under scrutiny looked at his feet.

 

It was the SECOND turning we were looking for, Officer Peters. Thanks to your inability to count our suspects have got away.”

 

Frank and Cathy accepted the apologies in good humor, but the romantic mood had been spoilt. They’d cut their losses, head off home a few days early, but still grateful for that passionate getaway they’d just shared.


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