He bent down to reach for his favorite lure, the fluorescent green one with double hooks. But before his hand made it into the tackle-box, the lid slammed shut. His eyes met with a mauve colored cowboy boot then followed every inch of her tanned leg up to the fringes of her tiny blue jean shorts. He paused. “Excuse me, miss.”
She laughed. “David Huskin, fancy seeing you here… Don’t you recognize me?” Her sweet voice took him back.
He stood up, wiped the dirt from his hands and chuckled. “Violet Henry, I can’t forget.” The two sat next to each other at their High School graduation eight years prior. She’d stuck a “kick me” sign to the back of his gown. The entire auditorium laughed when he walked across the stage.
“You ruined one of the most important days of my life.” He raised his eyebrows.
She glanced back at a red corvette parked by his truck. “Let me make it up to you. Wanna go for a ride?” She winked.
He shrugged. “Why not?” He toted his gear up the hill. His calve muscles bulged with each step.
“You’ve changed.” She said.
“We all change.” He replied.
She wrapped her hands around his arm. “Make a muscle.”
“Sure” And with one quick punch to the face, Violet was out cold. He dragged her limp body, hoisted her into the cab of his truck, buckled her in and off to his secluded cabin in the woods they went.
Time passed… .. .. … ..
The chain clanked against the side of the bed. “Im starving, David!” She rubbed her swollen belly. “At least feed the baby!” She cried.
“You should’ve just let me be.” He tossed a bowl of grits at her.
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