Waiting for Melinda

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In the rain, in a cemetary, waiting for the love he lost.
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The cold autumn rain told a sad story in a soft voice, and I was listening.

I'm a good listener; always have been. Especially around Halloween. Especially here inside the cemetery—just sitting and listening to the rain, hearing the story, and waiting for Melinda.

Up here in these woods, we don’t ever have nice weather for Halloween. By then it’s always raining. That’s why I never gave a damn about trick-or-treating. Who wants to go pull some dumb-ass Halloween stunt when it’s cold, wet, and dreary? The only thing that kind of weather’s good for is hunting, especially for deer. But I don't hunt—not anymore.

But Halloween, not the witches and goblins shit, but the day itself, became my favorite day because of Melinda. I was driving home after wasting an entire Saturday morning down in the bottoms trying to get that big buck just about everybody, including me, has seen at one time or another.

A car, it was a big, old raggedy-ass Plymouth Fury, was pulled over on the shoulder of Barnwell road just about in the middle of nowhere. A women was out in the rain trying to change a flat. I stopped to help.

That's when I met Melinda. She was going somewhere to see somebody who was some sort of kin, but for the life of me I don't remember where or who. What I do remember is that even in an old raincoat, Melinda, she said her name was Melinda Carter, was about the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. She had these big brown eyes, long, wet eyelashes and a cute little nose; I noticed it because there was a raindrop right on the tip. And even though her lips were a little blue with the cold, her smile could start a forest fire.

I told her to wait in the car, but Melinda stayed out in the rain, holding an umbrella over me, while I changed the flat. That’s when we got to talking. She lived a couple of hours away and was a senior in college. I told her I'd just graduated and was teaching English at the local high school.

With all the rain and mud, it took awhile to change that tire. And I’ll admit, I wasn’t in a big hurry. I didn’t want her to just drive out of my life. But I’m no ladies man and I couldn’t figure out what I should do. After I’d put everything away and slammed the trunk shut, she insisted I get in the car with her and share some hot coffee she’d brought along.

The rain had stopped by then and she’d taken off her raincoat and pitched it into the back seat. Even in a bulky sweater and jeans, you could tell she had a figure that just wouldn’t quit. So being a gentleman and all, I tossed my gear into my new truck and crawled into the passenger seat of her old Plymouth.

God, but that was good coffee. Black with a little sugar and still nice and hot. We talked and finished off the coffee. And then while she was putting things away, it started to rain again. We both stared at the rain through the car’s fogged-up windows. Then we looked at one another, and just as I reached out for her, she slid over beside me.

We made love to the sound of the rain drumming against the car. It all seemed so natural, so right. Her body was slim and smooth and warm. And when she looked up at me, watching while I tore off my clothes, I thought I’d burst. She pulled me down into her, wrapping her arms and legs around me and whispering in my ear as our two bodies became one.

A few weeks later, when I asked her to marry me, she said yes. We didn't wait a year to get married, but after that, Halloween always meant something extra special to us. And now, well, now it’s just the day I killed her.

I'd been hunting all day and she’d come to pick me up but I was late and so she walked into the bottoms heading for my deer stand and for just a second I thought I saw that big buck and then, and then, that's when I killed her.

Each Halloween since then I come out here and listen to the rain and the voice that tells the story and wait for Melinda. I keep the motor running so the cab will be warm when she comes. And she always comes. We sit together here inside my old truck and talk and listen. And then she wraps me in her arms and whispers in my ear and we make love. That’s when it’s almost like it used to be. But later, when it starts getting dark and she has to go, that’s when we both start to cry.

But she's late this year, or maybe I got here early. I'm not sure. Time doesn't mean much anymore. The thing is, I'm getting a little sleepy. So I'll keep the motor running but close my eyes--just for a minute, though. 'Cause Melinda and I will be together soon, like we always should be. Only it'll be here in the cemetery, inside my truck, in the rain, on Halloween.

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wynter_lacewynter_laceover 19 years ago
excellent story

You have a great writing style, it just flows along so smoothly. Truely loved the hint of the supernatural that you included, but then, again, I love Halloween so this story fits my taste well.

doormousedoormousealmost 20 years ago
Damn!!!!!!

I don't know why I haven't discovered your stories before Rumple Foreskin!!!!

That story is so gorgeous... one I'll remember for a long time, I'm sure.

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