Tuesday, December 9, 2014

[RF][RO]The 21st Century Sheep Herder (Possibly adding different character perspectives and a finale ending) shortstories


Our bodies press together as we lay in my bed. I run my hand gently up and down her body, feeling every curve of her soft skin along the way. The television in my room is playing a movie that I lost interest in; I don’t know how I can focus with her laying here with me. I have to look past her body to see what’s going on, which is proving to be a successful distraction.


I continue to rub my hand gently up and down her body, when she reaches back and places her hand on my side. She finally responds to my advances with rubbing of her own. She and I both know where this is going.


Through a period of silence in the movie I hear the murmur of the TV downstairs – my parents. It’s getting late at this point and they’re probably sleeping on the couches in the living room, as they usually do. After more and more rubbing and caressing being passed back and forth between us, I say to her, “I’ll be right back.”


I make my way out of my room and slowly walk down the steps. I step hard and push on the fourth step and it emits a loud creek. Perfect. I do the same on the second to last and it happens again. When I reach the bottom I peer into the living room to find my parents sound asleep. I make my way to the kitchen, grab a glass and put it under the ice dispenser on the refrigerator. There’s a loud churning as the machine begins to operate followed by a crash as the ice cubes fall to the bottom of the plastic cup.


I peer over into the living room again, still asleep. I dump the ice out and let the plastic cup slip out of my hand and slam onto the tile floor making the loudest crash yet. On top of the loud crash I say, “Whoops!” A few moments later I hear movement in the living room. I dispense some water in my cup as I hear both of my parents make their way up the stairs and into their room.


I tip toe my way back up the steps and back into my room. I can’t help but smile as I admire the work I have done. I close my door and lay back down with her so we can continue without any unexpected interruptions.







Submitted December 10, 2014 at 11:05AM by Stupid10YearOld http://ift.tt/1AdB34p shortstories

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