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Rendezvous - Short Story by David King

“There’s a motel up the road,” she said, soft and husky.

So I put the car in gear, let out the clutch, and imagined the rear wheels kicking up a spray of loose stones as we took off into the night.

Lines streaking toward us, vanishing under the bonnet.

My mind strangely empty, as if the only moment that ever existed and ever would was now.

Why are you doing this? Who put the envelope under my door? Where’s your lover?

Questions I should have been asking but didn’t dare. It was too fragile, this dashboard-lit silence with her beside me in a metal capsule hurting through the night. I could scarcely believe she was there.

Then I felt her hand on my leg, her fingernails digging. I looked across but her face was shadowy. Her hand moved up to my crotch, her fingers kneading, and I was getting hard and wanted to screw her there and then.

I took my foot off the accelerator and was about to pull off the road when she threw herself at me. Her whole body seemed to expand, envelope, smother and blinden me. Like a blanket, she seemed to wrap herself around me, cloying, clinging, inhuman. I struggled, clawed, scrabbled to get free as the car jumped and bumped over rough surfaces and banged and smashed against things I couldn’t see.

Finally, I pushed her—it—aside—and saw, too late, the dark abyss of a river rushing toward us

Black, ringing silence.

When I woke up, she was looking at me.

“I want you,” she said, eyes melting in the hot orange light.

And I rolled toward her.

When I woke up, she was looking at me.

“Let’s do it again,” she said.

And we did, with the fan turning slowly above us.

When I woke up, she was looking at me.

“Again,” she said.

And this time, something made me look the other way.

“No!” She grabbed my face to stop me, eyes burning. “You mustn’t!”

But I pulled away and looked—and saw, behind me, the window of our room was uncurtained.

And beyond it, across a chasm of darkness, was another room. And through the uncurtained window of that room, a young man sat in front of a computer screen. Staring at us...

David King is an international award-winning experimental filmmaker and video artist. His works have screened at many festivals and in galleries and museums including the Museum of Experimental Art in Mexico City. 

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