A Heart for Africa

Watching/Hidden #writephoto


He watched her as she used the bucket to draw the water.  Her dark skin glistened in the sun as it beat mercilessly down on her.  It was another scorcher.  He felt the beads of perspiration gather on his brow and the water run down his back, making his shirt stick uncomfortably to him.  After she finished drawing the water, she set the bucket down.

He watched as she stripped and climbed down the rocky embankment to slip into the water.  Behind his sunglasses, his green eyes darkened in desire.  He removed them and tucked them into his shirt’s breast pocket.  He had watched her for days now, waiting for his chance.  Perhaps today was the day.  The gnawing desire told him that he couldn’t wait any longer.

This was the perfect time.  Hardly anyone came here at this time of day when it was so hot.  They either went in the morning before noon or in the late afternoon when it was much cooler.

He stood there, watching her swim and float on her back for a while.  As he moved closer, he unbuttoned his shirt.  Moving quietly, stealthily, like a panther, watching its prey, he waited for the opportune moment.  It came when she waded ashore and lay on the grass in the sun to dry herself.  He removed the rest of his clothes and he crept up to her, careful not to make a sound.  Then, he was upon her.  Her eyes flew up and panic shone in their depths.  He clamped his hand over her mouth.  “Don’t scream,” he told her.  “I won’t hurt you.”

She struggled but he was too strong and heavy for her.  She couldn’t scream because he had his hand over her mouth.  She managed to free one hand and scratched him on the side of his neck.  Muttering under his breath, he grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head.  When he took her, the scream that rose to her slender throat was muffled.  The pain was excruciating and he knew that but he was like a wild animal, ferocious, driven by an insatiable hunger.  When it was over, he rolled off her and lay there, panting for air.  The sun beat on his flushed face and he raised his arm to block it.  She lay there for a moment, trembling and scared.  There was blood on the ground beneath her.

He rolled on to his side and reached out to touch her but she recoiled.  She scrambled to her feet and gathered her clothes.  “Make sure you don’t tell anyone about this,” he said.  “If you know what’s good for you.”

She didn’t answer.  She got dressed, picked up the bucket and ran away.

He stayed there for a while longer and then went into the stream to wash himself off.  The water felt nice and cool against his skin.  He sat on the rocks to dry off  before getting dressed.  He headed up to the road where his Land Rover was parked and drove off.

The girl ran home, some of the water in the bucket had splashed but there was still enough in it.  She hurried inside the hut, took off her clothes and burned them.  She was crying.  Fortunately, no one was there.  She got scared when she saw the blood but she used some of the water to wash it off.  By the time her mother returned, she was cleaned up and busy putting the place in order.  She hoped that her mother wouldn’t suspect anything or that she wouldn’t have nightmares.

“Chief, have you been swimming?” the officer asked him when he walked into the office.

He nodded.  “I had to.  It’s hotter than hell out there.”

The officer laughed and turned his attention back to the papers on his desk.

The Chief of Police went into his office and sat down behind his desk.  He touched the side of his neck gingerly.  It wasn’t bleeding anymore but it was stinging.  She was a wild one, that one.  One time with her wasn’t enough.  He wanted more and he knew where to find her.

This story was written for the #writephoto Prompt – Hidden at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.



9 replies to “Watching/Hidden #writephoto

      1. No worries… I agree that things need to be written, but I can’t always share them. I have added the link to the round up… and anyway, all the reblogging slots are full already this week 😉

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      2. I tried to clean it up a bit. I replaced the risque expressions with tamer ones. Hope that helps. Moving forward, will make sure my stories are family friendly. Thanks for being such a good sport, Sue.


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