The Choice

This is my response to Haley’s May Flash Fiction Challenge.

The rules were: 500 word count; must begin with ‘he should never have been there in the first place’.

Hope you like it.

The Exasperated Novelist.

The Choice

He should never have been there in the first place. She was his wife’s sister after all. He had never before even stepped foot inside this house without his wife by his side.

He stood in the driveway, weighing up his options. He didn’t know why he bothered – he was here wasn’t he? Obviously the decision had already been made.

He knocked, three hard raps, then took a nervous step back.

She stood in the open doorway, the light in the hall silhouetting her perfect figure.

“Hi,” she didn’t sound surprised to see him. They had been playing this game of cat and mouse now for weeks, and it was time to let it come to its unavoidable end – the only question remaining was what that end might be?

“Can… Ummm… can I come in?” he eventually managed; it was taking every piece of restraint he had not to reach out and touch her.

“I suppose so,” she smiled mischievously at him; it did nothing to slow his already racing heart.

The unfamiliar blend of vanilla and jasmine swirled around his head as he passed close by her, swaying his focus.

Calm yourself, he thought, we are here to talk it through, that’s all.

He took a seat on the lounge but when she remained standing he returned to his feet.

“So, how are you?” he asked.

“Really? You’re going to ask me how I am?”

“What would you rather I say?”

“Why are you here?” she said seriously.

“Because I think we need to talk.”

“I don’t.”

She loosened the knot that tied her robe. His jaw hit the floor at the same time as the flowing pink material – clearly she was not plagued by the doubts he was experiencing.

If everything about this situation was so wrong, why did it feel so right?

“So? What will it be?” she asked.

In the end, he never made a conscious decision. Before he knew it his lips were upon hers, months of pent up frustration taken out in that one kiss. He had been worried that the dramatic build up would lessen the impact of their first encounter, but nothing could be further from the truth. Every kiss, every touch was incredible. Her skin felt like silk beneath his callused, mechanic’s hands.

Within seconds the clothes were ripped from his body as she pulled him down onto the rug at their feet. She lay beside him and ran her hands delicately down his chest…

He sat up in bed, sweating, heart pounding… the dream was becoming more regular.

Why couldn’t he have fantasies like other men? Models? Famous actresses? No, he had to dream about his wife’s sister.
Until he made a choice the dream would continue to haunt him.

He glanced at his wife sleeping soundly beside him; he felt nothing. The love between them had expired long ago. He sighed as he stood and made his way to his car… the choice had been made.

2 responses to “The Choice

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