[Flash Fiction] Date Night
I wrote this piece four or five years ago now. I was satisfied with it then, but now I’m not sure on the ending.
Let me know what you think and let me know if you want to see more like this in the future!
She was so happy as they walked down the street arm and arm. The night had been just perfect. First, it was dinner at the fancy new restaurant down at the shore. He even made reservations! After that, they walked on the boardwalk. She splayed some skeeball and won him a little stuffed cat. He bought her ice cream and they watched the sunset. I really was like something out of a cheesy romance movie.
They were walking back to his car now, smiling and huddling close to combat the early autumn chill. She glanced down at her watch, mostly out of habit from sitting at a desk all day, and in doing so, caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look, but saw nothing on the street behind them. While the area was considered safe to walk at night, it wasn’t out of the ordinary to hear about the occasional hold up during tourist season.
When she continued to stare, he asked her what was wrong. A car drove by, its headlights flooding the street with illumination. There was a slight space between the nearest beach houses, but no sign of whatever it was she had seen. She shrugged it off as a cat or something and told him it was nothing.
They started walking again, picking up a topic left behind with dinner, but the conversation faltered as she caught something at the edge of her vision once more. She could tell he had seen something too, when he tightened his arm around her and quickened his pace.
The two remaining blocks between them and the car seemed an insurmountable distance, like an ocean or maybe even the span of space to the moon. Every step made the surroundings crawl by instead of moving at their normal speed. A side effect of the adrenaline pumping through her system. The television on in the house nearest them sounded like it was right next to her. The sound of a cranking engine a block over reverberated in her skull. More importantly though, the sound of claws on the rough cement. She kept trying to convince herself it was just a dog.
One block left. A car drove through the intersection on the cross street, making them stop on the corner. The streetlight made a circle of shielding brightness in the darkened street. She took the chance to look about for anything following them, but there was no sign of any movement. Stepping off the curb and into the street, she was still glancing back. Once across, she decided that what ever it was had stopped following them.
Half a block left now. She could see his car clearly. Its lights blinked as he unlocked it. She tried very hard not to break into a run. There was a heavy thud behind them, like something big stepping off the curb.
Twenty feet. She could hear the claws again but didn’t want to look back. Safety was so close.
Ten feet. She wasn’t sure if it was them or not, but she heard panting right behind them.
And then they were there.
They threw open the doors and jumped in. Locks slid closed as he turned the ignition and the engine roared to life. The radio was half way through some song by Zepplin, the familiar tune pulling her back from what had felt like another planet just a second ago.
She nodded. He shifted the transmission into reverse and pulled out of the spot. A minute later they were three blocks away. Half an hour and they were back in the city laughing over the whole ordeal.
They went back to his place and plopped down on the couch. He grabbed the remote and flipped on the television.
“- call centers have been flooded by reports since sundown. So far, seven are missing, but other details are scarce at this time. We are going to stay on the story and have more for you at eleven.”