The words sounded in his head as if the Lord Almighty had put them there. Her smile was fleeting, but oh so beautiful: a world of promise in a rose-tinted bow. She sat demurely, sensibly-clad, dainty feet together, blonde head dipped, forget-me-not eyes fixed on a well-thumbed paperback, the fresh scent of orange floating in the air around her. Perfect in every way. The next morning... She peeped around the door, an exquisite bundle of sleepy eyes and mussed hair wrapped up in snuggly pyjamas. His stomach wheeled nervously until he saw her smile at the lilac-ribboned, all white, bridal bouquet at her feet. The cute wrinkle of her brow as she read his note and how she came out onto the front step to search for him told him she felt the same way. This time, he knew the courtship would end in exultation. Four months later... Her fatigue-dimmed eyes darted endlessly around the carriage, her teeth nibbling on the plump richness of her mouth, the well-worn novel lying long-forgotten in the bag she clutched to her chest. He longed to comfort her: to smooth the lines on her brow; to still her fidgeting fingers against his chest; to kiss her bruised lips and protect her from whatever ill worried her so terribly. He gave her a reassuring smile as her eyes found his. She ducked her head, blushing, her eyes welling in gratitude. As he slipped away, he knew the love letter waiting on her desk would help ease her troubled soul. All else would fade when she read again that he would always be there for her, that their love was ordained by God. In the end... Their love-making was everything he'd dreamed of. Her translucent skin shone in the moonlight as she arched her back and screamed in pleasure. Her wrists struggled against his hands in her desire to embrace him. Tears of joy ran like liquid silver down flushed cheeks framed by a golden halo. She tossed her head, playfully pretending to avoid his lips, her face cradled by their bed of autumn leaves. A dash of red ink made his hips slow, spoiling his climax. A tiny tattoo was nuzzled behind her ear: a desecration, an unforgiveable sin. His mind reeled in horror. Satan had sought to fool him with this creature, to lure him from righteousness. He struck hard to silence the siren. Once, twice, thrice. The blade ran true, evil essence pouring from the wounds in its chest and belly. He put out its eyes and slashed off its false blonde locks and pink lips then covered it with the goodness of earth so no other devout man would find it and be tempted. He knelt and prayed, begging God's forgiveness for falling into Satan's trap. He wept as he heard the angels of Heaven sing the Lord's Prayer. All was well. He could begin his search again. Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay
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