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Stepping Out
Marissa dabbed the cologne on her wrists and behind her ears. Rocky had loved this scent. “It’s like pheromones. It makes me want you. Right here, right now.” She still tingled each time that memory whispered in her ear.
She tried not to think about Rocky. He said he’d be back. But too much time had passed now. “I’ll send for you and the kids as soon as I’m settled. Be patient.”
What did it mean to be patient? The calls and texts had stopped.
“Momma?” A sleepy voice came from the doorway. Sammy stood there rubbing his eyes. “I need some water.”
“How do we ask?”
“Please.”
“Good boy, Sammy. Climb back in bed now.”
As she sat on his cot with his glass of water, she whispered so as to not wake Rain. “You’re the man of the house, now, you know that?”
“Yes Momma. Can I drive the car?”
“You’re only six, honey.”
His little boy whispers came to her softly. “I can be the Daddy. I will marry you.
She smiled. “We’ll see. You’ll want to marry a younger girl when you grow up.”
He settled back against his pillow, his eyes closing.
She kissed him. “Take care of Rain.” If anything happens to me.
The living room mantle clock chimed eleven. She was late. Money was at stake. Quickly, she pulled on her net stockings. To her sleeping children she whispered, “I’ll only be gone an hour, darlings.” Then she stepped out into the night.
Thank you for reading my 250-word micro-fiction story. Your comments are welcome!
I wrote this story when I ran a weekly micro-fiction writing contest, and I would also often contribute my own piece, just for fun. This story was my piece for the prompt, “cologne.”