Ghost
Under the Golden Moon by Sky Taylor
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He eased his rear off the tattered
truck seat so that he could eye her feet but somehow, his eyes became lost in
her shapely legs. Finally, his glance drifted to the long, slender feet that
supported stiletto heels. Nice weapons, he noted.
"Hum," he managed, then,
"Yeah, I can see your dilemma. And," he continued, nodding towards
what was left of the sky snaking through the ceiling of the woods, "it's
gonna be pitch-black soon. Not a good situation for a lady lost in the woods
in high-heeled shoes," if one could call a spike a heel, he went on to
silently mock.
He heard her swallow, a knot appearing
in her throat. Almost instantly she emitted an eerie scream, the tears running in
a downpour over her cheeks, off her face and into the v-shape of the low-cut
red dress that complimented her lipstick so well.
"Damn," Nick swore, screwing
up his scruffy face as he unwillingly exited the truck. Nothing he hated worse
than dramatics on a woman.
By the time that he closed the distance,
her entire body was shaking and when she glanced up at him he almost stumbled
backwards for the tears had infected her mascara and she looked like some sinister
ghoul staring at him.
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