Welcome to the 93rd week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme is My Sexy Love.
There is something special in writing about love and how two people, sometimes more, can find how important it is. It’s special to us as writers if we find a song or a series of songs that epitomize that love story.
So here's an mysterious rather than sexy excerpt from Love Remains.
Heat poured out of the vents and for a moment calmed her chills. She watched her hands on the steering wheel reversing out of the garage and onto the road. Her mind screamed to stop, run away, do something, anything, to get back into the house, but her body no longer answered to her commands. “So where to?”
“You know. You always knew.”
“I do?” She dragged the words out, but a picture of her destination formed in her head
and she shifted into drive. “But what’s there, other than a spot on a winding country road?”
“It’s where your future begins.” The whisper behind her head rose hairs on her nape.
Drifting snow blew over the road as she drove on, glancing at the reflection of her house in the mirrors until she no longer could spot its brick siding.
She drove in silence and merged onto almost deserted highway. “You still here?”
“Keep going.” The voice filled the interior. If this was God’s messenger, its ways were mysterious.
“Mind if I put on some music?” No reply came from the angel. Olivia pulled a CD out
of the case and inserted the disk. Sounds of pipe-organ from The Phantom of the Opera startled her, but she burst into ironic laughter. How fitting. Hadn’t the heroine believed an angel of music taught her to sing? When in fact the angel was a demented man with disfigured face.
Maybe the angel in Olivia’s car was some lunatic hiding in shadows. She should sing along to pass the time, hide her fear or scare her personal phantom away. Her stab at the soprano could raise the dead she’d been told. Then there was something to be said about prudent silence.
Oh what the heck, it just may work. After the opening piano chords, she joined in with the lead soprano. The words tightened her throat and choked her singing. Her voice tapered off. The lyrics hit too damn close to home. Would Tom think of her? Would his love fade? No, they had promised each other many times. She must hold on to the vow.
All she had to do was drive to the destination and then … what? What waited for her there?
Snowflakes whirled in the beams of her headlights, stirring the darkness as her car sped ahead. The last track on the CD played when she took the exit ramp. She took note of the road signs and the landmarks. Waterloo County. She was outside the city already.
Enter the roundabout and take the first right. The voice boomed in her head.
“Blair Road.” She read the green sign. After passing a few scarce houses lining the narrow and winding asphalt, her surrounding dissolved into darkness. Her foot pushed on the brake pedal. Her instinct told her to go back. She grabbed the gearstick and tried to shift into reverse, but the transmission wouldn’t budge. Past the point of no return … the phantom’s singing warned her to follow the road ahead and find spot where she could make a wide turn.
Through the veil of darkness, dense forest loomed over the road. She must’ve passed the last sign of civilization some fifteen minutes ago.
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