Friday the 13th, the day before Valentine’s Day

There’s something rather dark about having a scary movie associated with the day before a Sweetheart’s Day, and my active imagination is spiraling with a twisted love story that somehow seems stalkerish. It has to be a short one; I am trying to finish my Western.

I’ll edit this post after completion. Happy V-Day, all!

Kristy knew he’d be out tonight, the papers predicted it. She had dressed in a springy floral mid-calf dress like the one she knew he dressed them in, and after much searching, had finally found the perfume he doused them with once he had fulfilled his need. She drove down the now-familiar route, feeling anxious and giddy, and almost took out a parked car while searching every face for the one she imagined his looked like. She finally pulled into a parking space and put one of her many parking tickets from the console under the wiper blade so the parking police wouldn’t ticket her again. She turned sideways in her seat, picked up the special Valentine from the passenger side, and stepped carefully out of the car in her four-inch heels while clutching the heart-shaped box. She had done her research; he liked his girls tall.

Kristy strode up and down the darkened streets until her feet hurt, but she didn’t give up until she felt the first sprinkles of the also-predicted downpour. Only then did she turn to head back to her car.

“Where are you headed?”

A deep voice behind her sent shivers down her spine.

Delicious ones.

She knew without turning around that it was him.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she whispered, knowing her soft voice made its way to him in the quiet darkness.

“I know,” he commented as he came up behind her. She could feel his heat.

All of a sudden Kristy was nervous. What if he didn’t like her gift?

“I brought you something,” she whispered again and held it out in front of her.

He was tall enough to see over her shoulder. He reached around her with both arms, enveloping her as he took the box from her shaking hands. He stepped back, giving her the opportunity to turn around to face him. She watched his dark eyes as he opened it.

“Oh, I understand now,” he commented as he browsed the contents. “You’re my copycat killer.”

She smiled and stuck out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Kristy.”