As he let himself in, his new bride was on her tiptoes in front of the crockery cabinet. An appetizing aroma filled the air.
He nuzzled, then bit her neck and she arched back to receive his kiss. “Mmmm…you look good enough to eat.”
“Down, boy; first the mussels. I got lucky today. Tahir’s boat was just coming in when I went for my walk.”
They lingered over dinner, teasing each other. He spooned succulent mussel bits into her mouth and watched her tongue curl around the tender flesh before it disappeared. She licked the dribbling sauce from the corner of his lips, her soft tongue rasping pleasantly over his evening chin.
Through dinner, their hunger grew as they devoured each other with ravening eyes in the warm light of the candles and the spreading heat of the wine. At last, he scooped the last mussel and held it out to her.
“Oww! What the—“she took something round and glowing out from her mouth. “A ring! How did you–?” Her eyes, wet prisms of love, sparkled brilliantly as she came and sat on his lap. “Rohan, it’s perfect. Thank you.”
She softly traced the contours of the ring with her fingers. “Oh, you made an inscription!” Then her eyes clouded with questions. “But this says ‘Anita and R—Rohan?”
Rohan couldn’t hear what she was saying. As he stared transfixed at the ring, all he could hear was Anita’s terrified scream as he pushed her from the boat.
He nuzzled, then bit her neck and she arched back to receive his kiss. “Mmmm…you look good enough to eat.”
“Down, boy; first the mussels. I got lucky today. Tahir’s boat was just coming in when I went for my walk.”
They lingered over dinner, teasing each other. He spooned succulent mussel bits into her mouth and watched her tongue curl around the tender flesh before it disappeared. She licked the dribbling sauce from the corner of his lips, her soft tongue rasping pleasantly over his evening chin.
Through dinner, their hunger grew as they devoured each other with ravening eyes in the warm light of the candles and the spreading heat of the wine. At last, he scooped the last mussel and held it out to her.
“Oww! What the—“she took something round and glowing out from her mouth. “A ring! How did you–?” Her eyes, wet prisms of love, sparkled brilliantly as she came and sat on his lap. “Rohan, it’s perfect. Thank you.”
She softly traced the contours of the ring with her fingers. “Oh, you made an inscription!” Then her eyes clouded with questions. “But this says ‘Anita and R—Rohan?”
Rohan couldn’t hear what she was saying. As he stared transfixed at the ring, all he could hear was Anita’s terrified scream as he pushed her from the boat.
3 comments:
Sent shivers down my spine.
I read the last few blogs of yours. You have a flair for writing. Fiction is a difficult genre. You wrote the short story really well.
Thanks Aparna. Appreciate the comment. You're welcome to leave your footsteps here whenever you want.
Brrr. Chilling.
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