Splatter-Saurus: A Prehistoric Horror Novelette by Judith Sonnet

Author:Judith Sonnet [Sonnet, Judith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-04-03T00:00:00+00:00

8

Mindy sat upright and cranked her head toward the woods. Like a pert meerkat, she stood and braced herself against the railing.

“Did you guys hear that?” She whispered.

“I think it was thunder.” Polly said as she dove into her second sandwich.

“Or a backfiring car. Maybe Bill came back.” Lincoln theorized.

“Or a gunshot.” Ian stated.

The four fell silent and still.

“I mean, we’re out in the middle of nowhere. I’ll bet someone’s hunting.”

“In these woods?” Polly asked, concerned.

“No. Probably on a neighboring farm. Sound carries a long way when you aren’t surrounded by buildings and cars and shit.” Ian tried to sound reassuring. He turned toward Mindy and offered her his best smile.

His girlfriend laughed and said, “You’ve got crud on your teeth.”

“I know. I’m saving it for later.” Ian’s grin widened.

Mindy was giggling now. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. He wrapped and arm around her and squeezed her close, enjoying her warmth and the cushiony feel of her breasts against his abdomen.

This was the most touching that either of them had done. At Creston, any display of PDA was looked down upon. And, of course, girls and boys weren’t allowed in the same dorm buildings. All he and Mindy had really done so far was hold hands, kiss in his car, and give each other knowing glances when no one else was paying attention.

The idea of being close and intimate with Mindy made Ian’s heart flutter like a butterfly in a tropical storm. His teeth chattered and his knees oozed oily sweat.

She reached up and set a hand on his sternum.

She may as well have stuck a fork in a wall socket while holding his hand. He felt prickly all over his body, and especially in his groin.

Don’t get a boner. Not now. It’ll ruin the moment if you pitch a tent. C’mon, Ian. Think about literally anything other than what you think her nipples taste like—

“Well! I think it’s Beer-Thirty.” Lincoln looked at his watch.

“About time!” Polly cheered.

Lincoln stood, gathered their plates, and walked them inside. When he returned, a six-pack dangled from his calloused hand.

“Libations? Libations? Anyone want libations?”

Mindy scooted away from Ian so she could reach out and take a can from the plastic ring hanging from Lincoln’s hand. She opened the beer and guzzled it, putting it down a lot faster than Ian expected. He smiled with admiration as he sipped at his own drink. He enjoyed the warm feelings that coursed into his veins, the tart taste of the alcohol, and the happiness that swaddled him.

“We’ve also got whiskey, rum, and… and some sodas. But I guess we coulda saved the room since Bill stocked the fridge.” Lincoln sat down on the railing next to Polly. They tapped their drinks together. “I even got some of that disgusting grapefruit Schöfferhofer that Ian loves so much.”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” Ian contested.

“I’ll try it when I’m dead.” Lincoln said, firmly.

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