For all of you who have been asking me to put up something new. I wrote this extremely short and fast story for EPIC Magazine. As I told Phoenix this is definitely not one that's my style, but I guess its cos I've become more critical of my work and can't shorten stories anymore. This is the first post I'm putting without images. Do let me know if you prefer it this way or like the images. Anyway I hope you all enjoy it. - Terror #1
The Proposal
She slips and falls on the
soft sand. She feels the sand against her body. A shadow falls over her. She
looks up and squints as the sunlight hits her eyes. A hand reaches out to her.
'Here let me help u up.'
She moves back a bit and
looks up at the figure in front of her. She notices his chiseled face. She
gives him the once over and let us her eyes fall on his eyes. He smiles at her
and offers her his hand.
She grabs his hand and let
us him pull her up. She stands up and falls onto him. Her hands touch his well
toned chest and she starts to blush. She turns her head away and moves back.
'Hi my name is Ronnie.'
She smiles and stares at him. Ronnie adds 'Well this is where you're supposed
to say Hi Ronnie my name is...' and he grins at her.
'Oh sorry' mumbles the
girl. 'My name is Shyla' she says as she offers her hand to him. He takes it
and shakes it and then bows 'Honor to meet you.' Shyla starts giggling. 'Who
the hell does that anymore?' She then turns around and moves away.
'So when do I see you again?
Don't I get your number for being a true gentleman' says Ronnie still grinning
at her.
'Just because you helped
me doesn't mean I have to give you my number. We'll meet if we have to meet
again' says Shyla as she turns and walks away.
He just stands and watches
her run back to her friends. He notices the sun dance of her black hair as she
flicks it. She turns around looks at him, smiles and then she and her friends
turn away. All he can do is just stand and watch her walk away.
3 days later.
Shyla is walking down the
small market place near the beach when she see's him standing there. She looks
at his close cut hair and his chiseled features. She takes a breath and walks
up to him.
'Looks like somebody is
stalking me' she says to the man in front of her.
The man turns around and
looks at her and says 'Excuse me? I think you have made a mistake'.
'You are Ronnie right? We
met at the beach a few days back' adds Shyla.
'Oh Ronnie. He's my twin'
says the man.
Shyla starts to turn red
in the face with embarrassment. 'Oh but you look identical. Damn I'm sorry.'
Shyla looks the man up and
down. 'Actually now that I've had a chance to look at you properly I can see
the difference. You've got a better physique and more attractive eyes.'
The man smiles and thanks her.
'So what's your name?' Asks Shyla.
'Uhmm. Well my name is
Ronnie' replies the man with a mischievous grin.
She looks at him with
disbelief. 'What are you talking about?'
'It's me Ronnie the guy
you met yesterday. You should have seen your face when I said I'm his twin
brother. Oh and thank you'
Shyla slaps him and turns
and walks away. He runs after her. 'Hey what the hell was that for?' He calls
out as he catches her hand.
She turns around and
bursts into laughter. 'I just felt like slapping you.'
He grins at her catches
head and kisses her on her lips. He pulls away and says 'I just felt like
kissing you.'
Shyla slaps him and
immediately kisses him. She pulls away and says 'That's for stopping.'
She turns around and walks
over to a table at a nearby bristo and sits at a chair. She looks over at
Ronnie. 'Are you going to leave a lady all by herself?'
Ronnie shakes his head and
walks up to the table and sits down.
6 months later.
'Ronnie this restaurant is
absolutely beautiful. Isn't that where we first met?' Says Shyla pointing her
finger out over the beach.
'Why do you think I
brought you here' says a grinning Ronnie.
'So why go all out like
this?' asks Shyla.
'What's the hurry? Just
sit back and enjoy the afternoon' Ronnie replies with a mischievous smile.
'I don't like that smile
Ronnie. You have this sly smile.'
'Shyla what would you like
to have' enquires Ronnie as he studies the menu.
At the moment the doors of
the restaurant crash open and 5 armed and masked men run into the restaurant.
They start firing at the cieling. People at the tables duck for cover.
Ronnie pushes Shyla behind
their table and covers her. Shyla grabs Ronnie's shoulder 'Ronnie get behind
the table.'
Ronnie pushes her aside.
'Listen they are after me. What I wanted to tell you was I am a secret agent.
Those guys there, they work for a Columbian drug lord I've been tracking.'
Shyla's jaws drop but
before she can say anything Ronnie whips out a .45 magnum and takes a couple of
shots at the masked men as he stands up and runs to a nearby window. One of the
men drops to the ground just as Ronnie leaps through the window.
2 of the remaining 4
masked men run out of the restaurant and the other 2 walk around the
restaurant. They reach the table behind which Shyla was crouching.
'Shyla Ramiraz?' Says one
of the men with a gruff voice while pointing his shotgun at her head.
Shyla stares up in shock
and nods her head.
He motions her to stand
up. He turns to the other masked man. 'That guy thinks he can draw us away? Well
we got what we came for let us leave. The boss will be waiting for her.'
They push her out through
the doorway to a black sedan. They bind her hands behind her back before they
make her get into the car. When she sits down in the car they pull a cover over
her head.
Shyla feels the car start
and she shivers at the thought of being taken hostage by the Columbian drug
lord.
The drive is silent. Not a
word is spoken. Suddenly they stop. She is heralded out of the car. Her foot
hits hard ground. She suddenly hears a distinct thump of helicopter blades
rotating.
Shyla feels a hand on her
head pushing it down. She gets lifted up into the chopper. The sound inside is
loud and she feels her head throb.
She feels the chopper take
off as she is fastened to her seat. The fear in her growing with each passing
minute.
After about a 5 minute
ride which felt like an hour to Shyla she feels the chopper descend.
When the chopper lands she
is carried off it and set on the ground. She is led over a cobble stone path to
what Shyla could only imagine to be the drug lord’s mansion. Suddenly they stop
and the bag is lifted off her head.
She stands and stares at
the site in front of her. She is standing at a Gazebo at the edge of a cliff.
The cliff over looks a beautiful white sand beach. The view is breath taking.
She starts to turn around and notices she's standing next to a beautifully laid
table. She starts to wonder what's going on.
Just then from the corner
of her eyes she sees a movement. She turns and almost screams. There in front
of her a man with a chiseled face, with brilliant blue eyes and with nice short
black hair wearing a cream suite was knealing down.
'Shyla Ramiraz you once
said that you like drama and so I give you drama. What I guess I'm trying to say
is I want to be that drama. Will you marry me?' Says a dopey eyed Ronnie.
Shyla stares at him with
disbelief. She slaps him then kneels down and kisses him and says 'Yes.'
Shyla then stands up and
backs up 'So how did you manage all this? I mean the restaurant the
helicopter.'
Ronnie lifts up a pair of
binoculars and gives them to her. 'Look down there' he says pointing at a
building at the beach.
'But we drove so long and
far and then flew for ages' says Shyla in disbelief as she sees the restaurant
they were in just a while back.
'Well Shyla it was all
part of the scheme.'
'But the restaurant and
the damage and the people the guns the bullets. This mansion and property. What
about them' enquires Shyla.
'Shyla I left one thing
out all these months we've been dating. I own this island we all live on. From
the restaurant to this mansion. All I had to do was ask the manager at the
restaurant to inform everybody about the scheme.'
'Oh my goodness. So is
anything we've shared or done real?'
'Shyla everything was
real. I just never told you I owned this place because I knew you'd never love
me more or less and it dint matter to you.'
She smiles at him and says
'After all this what if I had said no?'
'Well I would have said it
was your loss and not mine.'
Shyla gives him a shot on
his shoulder. 'You fool.'
Ronnie offers her his hand
and says 'Now my lady will you join me for a meal by the cliff?'
Shyla takes his hand and
sits down at the table and they stare at each other. Ronnie pours a couple of
glasses of champagne and they raise their glasses.
'Here's to the rest of our
lives' and they clink their glasses.
The end.
