Make Me Bad

Make Me Bad

The wolves are everywhere you know. An infinite variety. All waiting to eat you up. And if the wolves don’t get you, there are the bears. And the witches. And the huntsmen. The world is a dangerous place for a girl these days.

I ran away from a wolf and he did not take my leaving very well. He pursues me still, leaves me odd messages, sends me notes full of sorrow and apology, begs for forgiveness and offers redemption. I burn them all, every single one. I don’t even read them any more.

It’s too late anyway, there’s another wolf on my trail and he’s bigger and scarier than any other I have known. He whispers persuasion on the wind, sends it to my ears on wings of mist. His thoughts flutter down, encasing me, until I don’t know which are mine, and which are his.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispers as I sit at a café drinking coffee and the words drift onto the paper. Trust appears next, the letters an ornate script I don’t remember writing. I hear a low laugh, the strain of music.

It makes me want to dance. His voice resonates with my soul. A shiver wracks me and I look around nervously. Is he close? Was that a flash of fur? I want to get up and run, run, run! But I don’t. If you run, they will chase

“Wait,” he whispers and I stand up, the paper a ball in my hand. My flesh wants to wait, wants to be bad, my body wants to be his. But my brain knows better. I look around, casually this time, and I see a wolf, and a bear, and a witch. But not my wolf. I finish my coffee, leave a tip for the waitress and walk away.

“Stop,” his whisper brushes against me, but he’s too late, I’m already gone. I hear his angry growl on the wind and I laugh, full of bravado.

“Catch me if you can,” I whisper and this time his growl is hungry. I start to run.

9 Comments

    1. Author

      Thanks! It’s fun to write 🙂

    1. Author

      I will be! Thanks 🙂

    1. Author

      Thanks and yes, some truth in the fiction.

    1. Author

      Thanks, glad you liked it!

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