Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #18 September 2015 | Page 73

‘Til Death Do
We Part

“And what would that be, missy?”
A surprise hand clamped Patrick’s inner right
thigh, and offered a playful squeeze. When he turned
toward Christie, he found her playing with a lock of
golden hair. “You and me… naked under the covers.”
“Hmm… that would be…”

By Nathon Allen
Balka
“I had fun tonight, babe.”
Patrick remained focused on the road as the
words filled his ears. Feeling Christie’s eyes staring
at him, a grin graced his lips. Everything about the
evening was great, except the rain.
He shot a glance into the rearview mirror.
Large droplets pelted the back glass and rolled in
uneven streams. In the distance, two amber headlights
followed them.
“I hoped you would.” Patrick studied the road
as the windshield wipers fought the rain. The white
line marking the shoulder appeared intermittently —
making it impossible to manoeuver the Malibu above
twenty-five down the rural road.
“There is one other thing that would make our
anniversary special.”
Christie’s words lingered for a second before
something else called his attention.
An apparition of approaching headlights
powered their way through the rain. As a precaution,
Patrick guided the car closer to the shoulder as he
dropped the speed below twenty.

“LOOK OUT!”
Patrick snapped his attention back to the
shoulder line t