Mayhem

Come to me Melinda.

I heard his purring voice in my mind, before he said it out loud. Soft, velvety, almost hypnotic tones echo my name. Like an alluring whisper of magic, they streak down my spine. I shiver. Someone’s just walked over my grave. And I like it.

I put the kettle on for the coffee I promised him after he drove me home from the party. He knew I hadn’t been in the neighbourhood long, and wouldn’t allow me to hail a cab at this time of night. Too dangerous he said. I remember gawking at how ridiculous that sounded. But he was right. I wasn’t from around these parts. I didn’t know what I was dealing with. Yet. Coffee, I wondered as I added a spoonful into each mug, does he think that is that code for sex? I hope so.

As the kettle boils and we’re making small talk, I look out the window into the darkness at my back garden. I’m thankful that out here in the remote countryside I’m surrounded with trees and not houses. I haven’t had time to buy blinds for my kitchen window yet.