A very, very short story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Be true.

Submitted: June 04, 2008

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AA very, very short story
 
It was one of those bright, stars shining, no cloud creeping from the east nights; Jerry was busy admiring and being thankful for such a beautiful weather/ night. He had just finished cleaning his room and just putting some finishing touches like a bee romancing the flower to give up its goodies. His room was a shack he hired that was on the back of his landlord yard. Inside, there was only a double bed, a table and two chairs on the right corner and on top of the table three candles were burning, beautifully surrounded by flowers and you will need not to guess what Jerry was cooking in his kitchen.
 
It has been a long time coming but worth a wait, now he understood why some animals have to wait so long to be active. But was he really true about waiting, not for second he has been lucky that he never got caught by Sweetness (that’s the name he gave to his sweetheart). She is coming tonight to give up the goodies she has been saving for a good guy like him. He takes a look around his room one more time just to make sure that every thing is ready and in place for a lion to pounce on his prey. He checks the floor, scanning it from side to side, suddenly he stops something has got his attention.
 
A piece of paper on the floor, he smiles and then went on to pick it up. He takes look at it then sits down on the bed and suddenly tears start falling from his eyes. He cried briefly then like a man holds back the tears and carried on like nothing has happened. He tear the paper to small pieces to make sure that no one will be able to piece it  together to read what was on it.
 
A soft knock on the door, he opens the door, there the beauty he never got tired of or loose words of praising it standing in front of him. He gives her a hug a soft kiss on her lips, down her neck like a snake climbing down the tree and took her by the hand straight to his bed; there was no time to waste. She didn’t stop him, because she was hoping that they will go straight to it and get on with it. He was doing the very thing she was hoping for it. How great hearts beat and minds think as one. He start whispering those beautiful words telling her that; “the trees will bow and respect what we share and we are going to make love in the middle of the ocean as the stars and the moon sing a song to praise us on such a good loving we have”. As thing starts to get hot and then suddenly a loud voice in his mind screams “Murderer!!!”.


He stops, look around asking himself who said that, no answer only silence. She asks “is everything alright?” He lies and says everything is just fine, starts to kiss her again just as he falls in the passion of no return “Murderer!!!” the voice again, he jumps to his feet and take a good look around and now he is starting to sweat. She is now really worried and keeps on asking him if he is feeling alright. He stares back at her and tell her there’s no problem he just needs some fresh air.
 
He goes outside, asks himself what was wrong with him. “Murderer” the voice screams again in a loud clear voice “Murderer!!!”, he starts to cry and ask who made this voice a judge over his life and who gave it a right to call him a murderer.
 
The answer comes back; “I only have one answer for you nothing else, you know like I know why I am calling you a murderer”.
 
He cannot fool himself anymore but he is going to do what he has been planning all along. He walks in finds her waiting for an answer. He smiles because he knows how to charm his way out of this one problem, so that he will carry on and takes her virginity.
 
He looks down, looks straight in her beautiful eyes and says in the soft, very soft voice.
 
“Baby, I am HIV positive”
 
 


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