Valentine’s Day Special: The Gooey Center

I’ve been writing some micro-fiction this year, and thought you might enjoy this candy-sized treat. Enjoy!

The Gooey Center

“How is a girl like you alone for Valentine’s Day?”

He was average-looking, with dark brown hair just a bit too long, eyebrows a smidge too low, and a body that probably hadn’t seen a gym since the last time he had a girlfriend. Not usually Jessie’s type, but traffic had been slow, and it was getting late. Melanie would come looking if she was gone too much longer.

“I could ask you the same thing, except the girl part,” she replied, looking him up and down. “How do you know I’m not waiting for someone?”

He smiled slightly and looked down at his drink, conceding the point with a slight nod. The humility was attractive, though he’d regret that soon enough.

She flashed her no-fail Burgundy Wine smile. “Buy me a drink. Something sexy.”

To his credit, there wasn’t any hesitation. He signaled to the bartender, and glanced at the empty glass on the bar. Vinnie winked at Jessie before she asked the man what she could get him.

“A huckleberry martini for the lady, please. And another beer for me.”

Vinnie moved off, and Jessie raised her eyebrows.

“Interesting choice. Huckleberry? Not something more traditionally V-Day like strawberry or chocolate?”

He shook his head, and she thought maybe she could make out a slight blush on his cheeks. “Nothing common or plain about you – your drink shouldn’t be either.”

“I like the way you think.” She crossed her legs, moving slowly on purpose in case he wanted a peek. He glanced down, and then quickly back up. As expected. Men were boringly predictable.

Which is how he ended up strapped to the table in Jessie’s basement just an hour later, eyes wide and blood pumping so fast through his straining veins she could almost hear it. She held up the special wavy-blade dagger with rubies sparkling along the ornate hilt, handed down through her family for generations by the few women tough enough to survive.

Straddling his thighs and holding the dagger high in both hands, she finally answered his question.

“Men tend to think a lone woman on Valentine’s Day is desperate, which makes it easy to get what I want. I’ve been craving something – someone with an ooey, gooey center. Like you.

That’s why I was alone.”


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