The Awakening

8 - Cascading Raindrops

Light danced on the window, cascading off the raindrops clinging to the glass. The shower had come and gone in a breath of Spring air. Grass popped up between the floods of snow. As it was disappearing the earth was at a place between death and beauty.

Life was returning, yet laying stuck in the mud in his backyard face down was her. Legs prone and stiff, rigor setting in. He had a hard time remembering how she arrived here and the night before. In truth the last couple of days were pretty much a blur.

It was happening more than it use to, but dwelling on it would not get him anywhere. What he needed to focus on was covering his tracks. Something he was good at it.

He let the sun run over his skin, enjoying the heat as he worked on. The shade from the encroaching tree line allowed his needed privacy. He covered the body with a tarpaulin and dragged it into his garage, the roll of plastic in readiness to cover the floor and saw in situ, something his other self had the forethought to set up. Planning was all important.

As he secured the padlock to the garage door, he wiped the sweat gathering on his forehead. The heavy labor of the day was over. He let out a long breath of relief, as he rechecked the windows that obscured what lay within. Even caked in the mud, neck twisted at an odd angle staring at the outside wall he still found her attractive. He brushed the hair from her face, tangled and falling in clumps with each movement. Staying calm was key, that way he wouldn't make a mistake and stand out. He only needed to stand out to her.

The stink of the earth filled his nostrils. It embedded under his nails and bore into his pores. A shower would cleanse the filth and with some clean clothes, he would be presentable, not forgetting his favorite aftershave. There was something about it that seemed to calm him and remind of good times. He loved the citrus twist to it. It hadn't let him down yet.

As he let the hot water wash away the mud and blood off his body, he felt refreshed.is It was as if the water cleansed him of any guilt he momentarily felt, before he turned his sights to the next one.

He turned to the picture he had captured on his phone. She was waiting for him. He rubbed his forefinger and thumb together. She just didn't know it yet.

The excitement rose in him, like a fire that burned and his eyes shone with the thrill of forthcoming capture. Over the weeks, each time he saw her again, he noticed a little more about her. The sound of her voice, the way her body smelt, the coconut that lingered in her hair. The way she licked her lips. He longed to touch that soft skin and mold it to perfection.

It wouldn't be long.

Soon.

He had to be patient.

And she would be his.

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