A sudden afternoon Florida thunder shower engulfed the Cutlass. Silas struggled to roll up all of the windows before rain invaded the car. He worried about why Olive’s interview was inside the Gentlemen’s Club was taking so long. The disc jockey on the rock station announced the time. He gripped the steering wheel and muttered.
“Damn it, Liv, it’s been 45 minutes.”
Condensation formed on the windows. Silas’ shaking, clammy fingers began to melt into the steam as he tried to see Olive emerge from the club. A thump from the passenger side startled him. A muffled female voice competed with the rain and a locked door.
“Silas, it’s me! Unlock this stupid door!”
He unlocked it and she dove inside then pulled it shut. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. She pecked his nervous lips then pulled away and said.
“They said the rain should in like fifteen minutes. Why don’t we hop in the back and wait it out that way.”
He knew what she meant, but he wanted to know about the interview. He wanted to know what she would have to do to work there. Olive climbed into the back and started unbuttoning her skirt. She stared at him and asked.
“What’s the matter honey? Are you turning virgin or suddenly scared, let’s go!”
He climbed over the seat and fell into her lap. He looked up and met her mischievous smile with his own. Olive pulled her hair back and said sighed. Silas started taking off his pants.
“They wanted me to dance. I said hell no. One of the girls’ knows Zola and Bart. Her name’s Gigi. Fake, right? Whatever, but she took up for me, wouldn’t let the guy bully me. So you’re looking at the new day shift waitress and shot girl. I start tomorrow. They said I could go by whatever name I wanted. What name should I use?
Silas listened to the storm rap the car, shrugged his shoulders and said.
This is a 333 word new story episode of Light of Day, my short story about 2 19-year-olds, Silas and Olive, on the run on Florida in 1989. It’s linked to Trifecta Writing Challenge’s “melt” prompt. http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ MELT (transitive verb)
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