The gravel crunched under the soles of her hiking boots. As she stepped over a fallen branch of one of the many beeches a ray of light from the setting sun caressed her bare calves. She wore a light dress that ended above the knee. The bright yellow of the fabric made for a stark contrast to the earthy colours of the forest around her. At shortly before seven in the evening the rich orange of the sunset lent the landscape a tranquil mood.

A beautiful place to spend a few days away from the city with someone special, she thought not for the first time. Smiling to herself about the last few days she continued down the gravel path. Many different kinds of birds gave their noisy applause to the setting sun and a day well done. Looking up at the branches above she saw one flying quickly in between the trees. Most of these trees are older than me, she mused. How it must be to stand in the same place for so long, watch the sun go up every day, birds and squirrels scurrying around one’s branches and seeing hikers like her enjoy the stillness of nature.

She hit her left foot on a small rock and her hands got wet again. Her stomach clenched for a second as she yanked her head down to look at the glass she was holding with both hands. Barely half of the water she filled it with half an hour ago remained. This time the glass won’t be half full no matter how optimistic the observer. As the reality of the glasses’ lack of suitability for a rosy world view sunk in, she could feel her knees go soft. Stop that, she thought, I can do this. Her eyes moved down her forearms, focusing on the fresh red marks of this morning. This would not please the Miss. And she would let her displeasure be felt. Severely.

Around a bend in the path, she saw the vacation home’s bright blue front door through the trees. Only a few more meters and she would be home. Walking cautiously now, stepping over treacherous rocks and old tree branches her heart beat faster. Her inner concentration manifesting itself with a frown on her forehead as she held the glass tighter and looked down on the ground for every step.

With a bird suddenly rustling in the underbrush the focus on her steps was broken for a split second. In that moment her foot slipped on the loose gravel and she lost her balance, falling head first. She felt the rough little rocks digging into her palms as she softened her fall. Groaning, she rolled to the side, rubbing her hands and looked up. The glass. It was lying on the ground, right in front of her. She could see a drop of water on the edge, glinting in the sun.

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A Drop in the Sunset - Kinky Short Story

I enjoy stories that paint a scenery in the mind of the reader with the mood and sensations that come with it. To me the highlight of this story is the surprise and mood switch in the middle.

Find the story on Instagram: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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