Romantic Getaway- FB-FWG 300 word flash fiction based on the picture below.

My SUV travelled over the bumpy deserted terrain….

I pulled up to find him caressing a wooden post with one leg straddling the wobbly pole of the rundown shack. He pretended to dance. I honked the horn and laughed, such a jokester. 

The glow from a meticulously carved Jack-O-Lantern caught my attention.

I was startled when he slid into the passenger seat next to me. He reached for my hand, blessing it with a kiss. I loved him with everything in me.

“This is where we’re spending our anniversary?” I asked, confused about the location.

“You love Halloween, hence the October 31^st nuptials back in 1973. Don’t get scared now, Lucy.” He chuckled, hopping back out of the car. “Wait there.”

I giggled when I realized he wore a black, flowing cape tied too tightly around the neck. 

He picked me up, followed a calculated path and carried me inside. “I’m too old for this.” He sighed, smiling. 

He laid me on the red velvet upholstered bed, surprisingly the only outdated thing in here. He held himself up by placing an arm on each side of me. 

“You’ll need a safe word.” He laughed. 

“Oh Jack, that’s ridiculous!” 

“That’s it, safe word, Jack-O-Lantern.” Wrinkles formed around his eyes when he smiled. I reached up, gently touched them, and let my finger follow each crease throughout his face. 

He flopped down next to me, rolled over, folded his arms across his waist, and began to snore.

“O-Jack.” I whispered.

He opened one eye. “It’s Jack-O-Lantern.” He muttered.

“How can you sleep?” I nudged him. “Where’d you find this place?” 

“Hauntedbnb.com.” He said as the front door creaked open and the lights diminished. 

“More bang for your buck!” He growled and hissed, now on top of me. 

“Jack-o-o-o-o-ooo-lantern.” I screamed.