I have linked this story to Rebel´s Notes Wicked Wednesday meme. It is a translation of a story I wrote in Dutch, called ‘De Witte Japon’ Reader´s advice: this story is longer (2800 words) than most Wicked Wednesday stories.
The White Dress
Wait, what was that? A small irregularity? A minor disruption? A different rhythm maybe? The more he listened, the louder and more irregular the thumping in his chest became. “I can hear your heartbeat, Luke,” Meryl had often said when they laid exhausted in each other’s arms after sex. But that was then and long ago. Now he was single and listened nervously to the wild pounding of his heart. He put on his shoes and coat and got into his car. He started driving without a plan, without a destination, yet he did have one goal: to stop the maddening thumping in his chest.
At the end of the day he drove through the autumn woods when a dark shadow appeared in a clearing at the edge of the forest. At first he thought of a deer but as it approached he saw that it was the silhouette of a naked woman. She had a beautiful hourglass figure with big round breasts and wide hips. Her long brown hair hung in strands over her face and stuck to her breasts. She was dirty, lumps of mud clinging to her light skin. With her naked, natural beauty she looked like she’d stepped out of a festival film from the sixties. She ran towards him, flagging him down with her arms. Hesitation and fear had him undecided: should he slow down or accelerate? A horny curiosity got the better of him. He stopped and lowered the car window just a tiny bit. read more here