So says Sarah…


Posted in About Me by Sarah Lipoff on 07/07/2011

I’m not going to lie. It wasn’t like this was a big plan or nothing. It all happened quick like a flash, like a beer going down on a perfect summer’s day.

Even though the heat was coming off the pavement, I could tell she was a looker through all that haze. OK, yah, sure, I didn’t see the baby in the back, but I figured this was it – my big chance.

It wasn’t a fancy-smancy car, so I knew she wasn’t packing any spray or repellant or nothing. And from what I could tell, she wasn’t even moving, just sitting there all still-like, kinda like a deer caught in the headlights.

I know all about that.

I’m an expert you could kinda say.

While pulling in behind her I quick checked the double barrel was still behind the seat and snuck a peek in the rear-view. Sure, I hadn’t shaved in a couple-a days and my shirt sure wasn’t clean, but let me tell you, I got balls ready for action. It had been awhile and here was a lady-in-waitin’. Just sittin’ pretty.

Sure, moving down south wasn’t what I had planned. There were all these perky ladies strutting around thinking they were king of the jungle and shit, wearing phones while running, talking to people that weren’t there. Trying to make conversation was like talking to some numbnuts up in the trees. All, “yaaah,” “suuuuuure,” “tooootaly.”

What about getting your pretty ass off the frickin’ phone and taking your stupid bug-ass designer sunglasses away from your face? Some of us like to see what we might be getting into later.

So, looky-looky here. My chance at gettin’ while the getting was sure damn good. No way in hell I was passing this up. Here was MY chance to show how a man can fucking take charge. I glided up behind that yellow pile of shit and prepared to get busy.

The warmth was glowing down deep as I once again double checked that my special sweetheart was behind the seat.

My knees almost left me as I ambled up to her window. Sure, I was sweaty, but after taking a couple deep breaths, I was ready.

This was it.

I rapped on her window and put my face in one of those fake-out Reno 911 looks – you know, goofy but trustable, and hoped she’d lower her window just a couple-a inches so this would work.

The minute we made eye contact, I knew I found a winner. She was all panting and doe-eyed, ready to be put down. Her skin was glistening and green-like. I worried she might pass out, but then she gasped in some air when she saw me check out the baby.

Don’t touch the baby.

I didn’t want that baby.

I wanted her. And I was ready for her right then and there, but while leaning up against that hard and hot side of her car, I snapped out of it and remembered what this was about.

“Hey there missy, ya run outta gas or something?”

It was only the beginning.

*Her side: Help

This week’s prompt was to switch things up, change perspective, and see where things take you. What do you think?

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  1. Carrie said, on 07/07/2011 at 9:43 pm

    creepy and uncomfortable. I really don’t like where my mind is going with that ending.

    So if that was your intent? Congratulations! Success 🙂

  2. Debra Elliott said, on 07/08/2011 at 9:08 am

    Great story. Read both and want to read more. So this won’t be the last time I come back….

  3. christina said, on 07/08/2011 at 10:43 am

    oh boy. i want more so i’ll be back for sure. i have to tell you, i *really* enjoyed the flow of this piece (read both) from his POV.

  4. Lex said, on 07/08/2011 at 3:12 pm

    Super creepy! I love the POV! It’s sooo chilling, his mindset & determination. I also read the other piece & can feel her side, too.

    I watch “I Survived” on BIO and this is absolutely believable! You’d be surprised at the things a person can endure & survive. I want to read the rest of the story!

  5. Debra Elliott said, on 07/08/2011 at 3:33 pm

    Thanks for stopping by…maybe more on the horizon

  6. CDG said, on 07/08/2011 at 9:03 pm

    Oh… no, no, NO!

    Don’t open the window! Don’t stop!


  7. Galit Breen said, on 07/08/2011 at 9:05 pm

    Ooh so very creepy. I hope she’s okay. Hate him. In other words? Job well done!

    My fave part was right in the opening -It all happened quick like a flash, like a beer going down on a perfect summer’s day- perfect analogy!

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