She's Coming

Is she his redemption or his penance?

SUPERNATURAL | SEX | HORROR

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She’s Coming

The distant figure walking slowly toward him down the dirt track shimmered in the heat haze. He moved the shotgun to rest in a more comfortable position across his scrawny legs and leaned back in his chair.

From his front porch, he could keep watch over the scrubby land. The clapper board house and his traps protected his back. He shifted his position on the seat, there was less flesh padding his bones now. He looked down at his bony fingers resting on the stock of the gun. Once he had been tall and muscular, now he felt withered but he was still strong; he could still pull the trigger and hit a rabbit, or a person, at twenty paces.

The figure grew steadily larger. The parched landscape was an odd place to go for a walk in the noonday sun, unless you had a reason to. Now he could see it was a woman. Her long skirt flowed off her hips and down to her ankles. Her breasts swelled out against a white cotton shirt overlaid with a dark waistcoat.

He shifted the shotgun again. There was no sign of a gun but he had learnt to be careful. You never knew what people carried tucked into their waistband in the small of their back.

She stopped at the foot of the steps to his porch. He looked down at her. She was easy on the eye, tall, long dark hair flowing out from under a wide-brimmed hat.

“Long walk,” he said.

She smiled.

If he was twenty years younger. “You looking for me?” he asked.