EARLY SEPTEMBER
SHORT STORY EARLY SEPTEMBER
Automatic traslation from the original story in Spanish. Not checked manually
That day in early September, the eight o’clock sun was very pleasant. It would take a while for it to get dark…
Marta began to get ready. She had a date with someone, practically, unknown.
Although she seemed like a nice guy and quite seductive, she couldn’t help but be a little uneasy… she had hoped she had gone somewhere familiar, but the boy had insisted on taking her to a “secret” place for dinner…
She really wanted to do it, but she couldn’t avoid certain fears… she could very well be crazy… While she finished putting on her skirt she smiled trying to scare away her ghosts… The truth is that he didn’t seem like a bad guy…
Just at 9:00 p.m., when the sun had gone down, in a show of punctuality, the intercom rang and Miguel’s voice, cooing, invited her to come down… Already in the elevator, Marta, looking at herself in the mirror, with her hands tugged at her skirt a bit… Maybe she was too provocative for a first date…
In a few minutes, Miguel’s car began to travel down a mountainous road… he told her that he was taking her to a really special mountain restaurant… with unimaginable culinary delights…
She didn’t know how it had happened, but in a few minutes Miguel had gotten her to tell him about her life… her tastes and even what she liked most about sex. Everything was very natural, Miguel, at no time had it happened, although the truth is that Marta felt a strong excitement…
THE DINER
Was an amazing restaurant and the food was great… The only thing that marred the atmosphere was the greenish complexion of the only waiter… But, enthralled with Miguel, Marta, I didn’t even see him anymore… After enjoying some excellent mousse chocolate, the waiter, attentive, approached and said: would the gentleman want me to serve the coffees in the booth on the terrace…?
Miguel nodded and in a few moments they were in a booth on the terrace, lit only by a couple of candles and the beautiful moon…
Once the coffee had entered their bodies, Miguel, without pressure, with a sweet voice, proposed: can I kiss you?
Marta, who deep down wanted it, agreed with her head… in a few moments, with unheard-of softness, the young man’s lips began to cover the skin of the young woman’s neck with an unusual sensuality…
She felt overwhelmed by desire, when suddenly, Miguel’s cold hand, with extreme tenderness, began to cover the wet sex of the girl who writhed with pleasure at each caress… Then, just then, she felt a brutal bite on her jugular and his body, inert, without blood fell between screams of pain and spasms of pleasure…
What do we do with the body? —the waiter asked.
The usual Antonio, let there be no trace…
Okay sir count… See you soon?
I hope so, Antonio, he said as, turned into a vampire, he flew to his room…
Early September – Short stories series – Copyright ©Montserrat Valls and Juan Genovés