Was woken up from a dream with a startled chill an hour ago. Allow me to present it to you as it occurred... -The Seed- The rain was falling in sheets, blowing past the floor to ceiling window in a darkened shower. The man lying in bed could see it silhouetted against the stormy night sky through the haze of silver light trying desperately to fill the room. He was drunk again. He was always drunk. As he lay there, staring though the dripping glass past his balcony to the moon bathed cove below, his wife came walking quietly out of the bathroom. His eyes pulled away as he saw her outline approaching him. As she started to crawl onto her side of the bed he could feel the soft tingle of arousal stirring in him. It was the booze. He pulled her towards him and began to kiss her deeply, passionately. As he firmly pulled her under him and began to slide her pajamas down she paused and asked him, “Do you love me?” “Of course,” he replied through a bourbon haze. He could still taste the molasses burn in his throat. “Is this what you really want?” she asked with a stir of reluctance in her soft voice. His response was the saliva-based lubricant being slid over his whiskey-hard cock. He rolled over and pulled her on top of him, allowing her to take control and ride him softly for the two minutes it would take him to drunkenly finish. As she pulled herself up and down to please him he struggled to maintain his erection. His mind had wandered somewhere else; to someone else. The thunder didn’t cease As he erupted he pulled her in close and then moved her softly to the side and made a weakened attempt to stand. The world was spinning around him. On the second attempt he was able to bring himself to his feet, and with drums pounding against the walls of his skull began to stagger towards the bathroom. He made it a few steps before realizing that the covers had wrapped themselves around him and were beginning to trail off the bed. In a frantic jolt his wife darted off the bed and towards him. “I need those!” she said, fear thickly glazing her words. “...Wha..?” he responded through the haze. “They’ll return,” she whispered, her gaze flashing like a dagger down the hallway. “Who... What?” he stammered, puzzled as he began to allow the enveloping cloth to be pulled gently away. “The ones that were here before,” she whispered, her eyes still locked to the hall. He had no idea what she was talking about. The only words that could form through the still in his mind began with crazy... He watched as she backed up and pulled the blankets back onto the bed with her, pulling them over her head. Then he turned to stumble into the bathroom. It was a mess. The entire garbage can had been strewn across the floor from one end to the other, and as he grabbed a towel and begun wiping himself off, he noticed what was lying in the base of the tub. “Oh shit..,” he whispered to himself under his clouded breath. In a loosely thrown pile were the spoils of his last week. A handful of used condoms from him and his mistress. ‘Was she on her rag’ he thought as the sight begins to register. ‘How the hell is this possible?’ he wondered frantically. ‘How could I have not taken the trash out...?’ He leaned over and grabbed the tipped can and began to make a drunken attempt at cleaning up before the spinning forced him to stop and he was left with no choice but to stand or fall face first into the tile. He could hear thunder rumble again. He set the can down and began to make his way back into the room. The rain had begun falling harder. As he made his way cautiously towards the bed, guilt began to flood through him. ‘How could I have been so careless...?’ He saw his wife sitting silently on the bed, legs tucked up in front of her, her head hung low to her knees. He could feel pain emanating from behind the loosely draped sheets. As he approached the flash of a shadow caught his eye from down the hallway and an icy shiver slowly worked it’s way up his vertebrae, spreading outward like frozen wings across the top of his back. He tried desperately to give a forced, ‘I’m so sorry’, but his words were whispered in silence. He turned to make his way down the hall. As he shuffled past his wife lightning filled the room with a brilliant flash, and he could see that his wife had pulled the covers over her head, leaving her form posed on the bed like an unfinished sculpture, draped in the thin cloth. He lowered his gaze and began down the hallway. Thunder exploded from outside again. As he got to the guest bathroom he turned and looked down. Seeping outward from the sink was a growing puddle of water. ‘The rain must be getting in...’ He slowly walked forward, lightning spreading its gaze once more through the small window above. He made his way towards the spreading liquid and bent down. He could feel the presence before he heard it. SLAM! There was a heavy thud as something heavy hit the door behind him, and he spun to see a shadow standing in the doorway. The shadow was his. There was a tortured scream down the hall as the woman slowly rolled to her side, pulling the cold sheets delicately closer to her. A thin smile had begun to work its way towards the edges of her lips as a tear worked its way down the bridge of her nose towards the bed. She could feel the warm seed of a dying man working its way in a thin viscous strand down the inside of her thigh as the house once again became silent. Lightning flashed.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 13:47:56 +0000
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