January 2, 2014

January 2nd, 2014 StoryStarter prompt: His touch was gentle against her cheek, but the kindness in his eyes had give way to a clouded fury that scared her...

Sweat trickled down the back of Amber's neck. The sun had gone down an hour ago, but it still felt like a blast furnace out there, and the fact that the air conditioning in her car wasn't working magnified the discomfort level. She was late. It was only fifteen minutes. But she knew the rules. 

The house was dark and eerily quiet when she pulled into the driveway. Cal's truck was gone. Maybe she'd catch a break and he'd be out. She exhaled a relieved breath, realizing she'd been holding it for the last three miles. Something felt off. She couldn't explain it, it was just a gnawing at the pit of her stomach.

Amber climbed from the hot car into the even hotter night air. Heat lightning flashed in the distance and electricity seemed to crackle around her, lifting the hair on her arms. She tilted her head toward the starless sky and inhaled deeply, the scent of rain was unmistakable.

She unlocked the front door and shouldered it open. She flipped on the light switch and the bright glare blinded her momentarily. She sat her purse on the counter and kicked off her shoes. She had no clue where that bastard Cal was, but she couldn't shake the foreboding that something wasn't right about the whole situation. She got the feeling that somebody was watching her and it gave her a chill.


Cal watched her with the predatory stealth of a lion stalking a gazelle. He'd parked his truck around back in the alley earlier and now he sat in the dark, quietly watching, waiting. The bitch was late. She knew better than to come home late. He'd let her squeak by with coming in a minute here, a minute there, but fifteen minutes? She'd obviously mistaken him for being stupid. He'd play along, reeling her in and then like the fisherman yanks the pole to set the hook, he would make sure she remembered her place.

Hidden from view, his eyes burned into her back as she moved into the doubt to wash the stench of infidelity from her skin. He watched, waiting patiently for her to get in the shower. The second hand on his watch ticked off one minute before he slipped silently into the bathroom.

One more minute...tick-tock, tick-tock. Now! 

He reached up and ripped open the shower curtain. The horror in her eyes excited him. He felt his jeans tighten. He moved toward her trembling body and brushed the pad of his thumb across her face with a false tenderness.


His touch was gentle against her cheek, but the kindness in his eyes morphed into a clouded fury that terrified her...

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Lori L. Clark

Lori L. Clark currently resides in Hazelwood, MO with three rescue dogs. When Lori isn't listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to strike, she also loves to read, run, paint pet portraits and save dogs. Email Lori at


  1. Mine is called Principalities... check it out here...

  2. Hiya

    Wow, you wrote a heap. Which is great. You know I have been struggling to write all last year and then yesterday i wrote 3000+ words as well as the writing prompt. This is great.

    Today i went over what i wrote the day before, cleaned it up a little and wrote some more, so as you can tell I am extremely happy.

    Love your piece. You can find mine here:


    P.S i copied your idea of finding pictures to go with the prompt :)

  3. Mine is at


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