Category : Stories
Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery
The day turned into a beautiful fall afternoon. The sun was peeking out from behind the clouds, casting a warm blanket across her deck. After putting away her groceries, she grabbed some snacks and her laptop and planted herself in the chair that had been warmed up by the sun.
Marnie typed a few words, then quickly deleted them. She played this little game until she finally gave up. She couldn't force her inspiration, it had to develop on its own.
She closed her laptop and set it down on the deck next to her chair and replaced it with the plate of meats, cheeses and fruits she had prepared before heading out. Snacking a bit while watching the squirrels chase each other up and down the trees like a game. It was absolutely beautiful out here this time of year. The leaves have turned beautiful shades of yellow and red. While there were still leaves remaining on the tree, a good lot of them flew off and scattered around her yard last night when it was so windy.
She thinks of Trevor. He would've loved it here, she envisioned David raking up the leaves, and Trevor running and jumping into them. Or swimming in the lake in the summer. Trevor was just seven years old when his life was tragically ripped away, but in his short time on this earth, he had several accomplishments, learning to swim, was one of them. The all too familiar ache appeared, and the tears were soon to follow. She would give anything to have him in her arms one last time.
With a deep breath, she sat up straight, wiped her tears, gathered up her stuff and went inside. Her eyes were heavy from crying and all she wanted to do was nap.
Curled up in a little ball, Marnie reached over the back of the sofa, grabbed the knitted throw her grandmother had made, covered herself up and drifted off to sleep.
Tawny drove her red and black jeep down the long gravel driveway, kicking up dirt and rocks along the way. She was hoping she wasn't crossing a line, but she wanted to bring over a - welcome to the neighborhood- pie.
Although, if she was being honest with herself, she really just wanted to see Marnie again. She thought she felt a little connection at the cafe earlier this morning, so she wanted to see if it was all in her head or if there really was something between them.
She pulled up behind Marnie's truck, put it in park and stepped out with the pie in tow. Tawny stopped for a moment to take in the view. If it was closer to town, this would be her land right now. However, just as well that it isn't, otherwise, Marnie wouldn't be living here.
Tawny knocked softly on the door and waited. There was no movement coming from inside, but Marney’s truck was out front. She walked around back to see if she had been out on the deck, but she wasn't there either. Taking a peek inside the glass of the french doors, Tawny saw Marnie fast asleep on the couch. Not wanting to disturb her, she left the pie on the little table next to the chair on the deck, then tiptoed down the steps and back to her car.
Marnie finally woke, sitting up, feeling a little confused. The way anyone would if they slept the entire day away. She rubbed her eyes a bit, wandering around searching for the switch to turn on the lights. The sun had already set, and it was pitch black everywhere. I slept the entire day away, now what? She thought to herself while staring out at the lake from the french doors.
Something caught her eye, she turned on the back porch light to get a better look. Her eyes were not playing tricks on her, there was in fact, squirrels sitting on the little table eating a pie. She wouldn't believe it if she hadn't seen it herself. With a tired little chuckle, she turned around, stopping suddenly. Wait a minute, where the hell did that pie come from?
A bit freaked out, she locked the doors, then went around and locked all of the windows too. She had a feeling someone had been by here, and possibly, in her house.
Her open laptop, the light on her nightstand, the shadowy figure outside her door, and now this? She wanted to call her neighbors, but they weren't due up until the end of November. They typically headed up after Thanksgiving, from what they mentioned when she met them. She thought for a minute, then reached into her pocket and pulled out the card Tawny had left on the table at the cafe.
Hesitating for a bit, she finally dialed the numbers on the old rotary phone, and sat nervously listening to it ring. She was just about to hang up when she heard a familiar voice, “This is Tawny,”
“Hi, um, it's me, Marnie,” she fumbled with her words. What if she doesn't remember me? She's busy all day talking with many different people, why would she remember me?
“Heyyy, I guess you got my pie,”
“Wait, that was you?”
“Oh gosh, I completely forgot to leave a note, you were sleeping and I didn't want to disturb you. It's to welcome you to the neighborhood,”
“Phew, I think I made myself a little paranoid being all the way out here by myself,” Marnie said feeling a little foolish. “Thank you for the pie, it was a nice gesture,”
“I don't mean to pry, but why would a pie on your deck be so frightening?” Tawny teased.
“If it was just a pie, it wouldn't be, but since I got in last night I feel like someone has been here, like in here,” she tried to explain without sounding crazy.
“It's probably nothing, I just woke up and feeling a little delirious. I am sure it's all in my head anyway.
“Well, since you called, I can bring dinner and keep you company if you'd like? I mean, if you don't have any other plans.”
Marnie paused for a bit, then quickly agreed. “That sounds lovely, I'll open a bottle of wine for us,”
“Sounds good, give me about forty-five minutes and I'll be over, with food.” Tawny said then quickly hung up.
Marnie hung up on her end, and quickly rushed down the hall to her room to freshen up a bit before her new friend arrived.
Being as though she had a while before Tawny would get here, Marnie decided to hop in the shower. She wanted to rinse off her nap, and feel fresh and clean for her company.
She stripped off her leggings, and pulled her thick sweatshirt up over her head and tossed them both into the hamper, along with her panties.
Standing under the warm flow of the water, she thought about Tawny, and the single dimple on the left side of her smile.
He felt the twigs crunch under his feet as he snuck around the back of the cabin. He stood there, watching her curly red hair straighten under the weight of the water. It was longer when it got wet, stopping just above her butt. He watched as she bent over to lather the soap down her lean legs.
The bubbles melted off of her, disappearing down the drain. He felt his pants grow, feeling aroused watching her soft breasts move side to side while she scrubbed her hair. She was a goddess, and one day she would be his, he thought as he let his lust for her spill out onto the dirt and leaves at his feet, as his body shivered in delight.