A Terribly Romantic Evening

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Writer Coven
Just a try at writing a short romantic story. Adults 27 and over only. That means you Jr. Love is a dirty game. Sorry but I didn't invent it.

Submitted: March 23, 2016

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A Terribly Romantic Evening

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Jan stopped by around noon that Saturday with bratwurst and Bud Light. Surprised but happy to see her. She had that animal look in her eyes that promised a great weekend. We set the grill and burned brats while getting buzzed on the Bud. Jan was a smoker but out of doors I didn’t mind so much. She had an imported brand by the  name of Dead Bunny. That seemed odd and the smokes were black papered. The tobacco was also loosely packed and that’s the cause of the evening's unfortunate events.

 

After the meal we went in and watched It Happened In Santa Fe a good movie but a little on the risque side. Listed as a romantic comedy and one I knew Jan would appreciate. We both laughed throughout and switched from Bud to some cheap white wine I had cooled.

 

Just as things seem to happen in life we left the living room and went to the bedroom to finish the last of the movie. Also as things seem to happen in life clothes were shed and so on and etc. No big deal or all that memorable if not for the Dead Bunny cigarettes.

Jan sat up in bed and lit one of the smokes and blabbered on about the movie watched earlier. I hate smoke but never make a thing of it around Jan. I just turned on the ceiling fan, floor fan and held a napkin over my face. I thought all was going great until the third black papered cigarette dropped it’s hot coal on Jan’s chest and rolled down only to rest in her belly button. She screamed and ran for the kitchen.

 

I followed, of course, and seeing Jan struggle to turn on the sink water I grabbed the left over morning coffee, now cold, and threw it on Jan’s smoldering belly. I then rushed for ice as Jan jumped up and down still screaming. It was then I saw the coming trouble.

Having forgotten to close the blinds in the living room earlier, Miss Winters, oldest spinster in town, was watching in horror the goings on. What must she think? She would surely call the police. I ran for some clothing and reaching the bedroom was mortified to see the bed in flames. I threw on my jeans and grabbed a robe for Jan.

 

Ultimately we were both arrested and having a decent lawyer I spent only a night in jail. I bailed Jan out and as my house was burned to the ground I asked to spend a few days at her place. She looked embarrassed and confessed she had a date that night with a guy from her office. I thought we were a couple. Guess not.

 

And as things go in life I’m spending my time at the Age Old Motel. Not the worst place I’ve ever stayed and the roaches seem small in numbers. I guess I’ll stay until my court date. What else can I do?

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