Out of the Chocolate Box (52)

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[Episode 52 of a spin-off from my novels The Hitch-hiker and Mission of the Unwilling.]

I imagined Günter seeing me for the first time and a sign written on my forehead saying: Beware of the Holly, she bites. ‘Afraid? Of me?’

‘You’re so perfect. And me? If you really got to know the real me, how could you love someone like me? I thought you might laugh at me or reject me.’

‘Perfect? I am far from perfect. I talk too much. I put my foot in my mouth. I lose things. I’m a scatter brain.’ I had gone into prattle mode again and checked myself. ‘But as I have come to know the real you over the past couple of days, I see your potential. Maybe as we get to know each other, we may find we are perfect fit.’ There I had said it. I waited, watching Günter for his reaction.

‘Yes, I get it. I didn’t want to hurt you.’ Günter leaned closer and gently brushed his hand across my cheek. I clasped his hand in mine. Usually at this point of the relationship, I return the hand to its owner and proceed to give the owner a lecture based on the ground rules of too much physical familiarity breeds regret and that based on my Christian principals… However, in the case of Günter, and I guess Fox back in Strahan, my principals had taken a hike, and my presence of mind had joined them. I regretted what happened in Strahan.

I lifted Günter’s hand and kissed it. With our hands still meshed together, he kissed mine. My voice captive in awe of him, I admired his strong hand which was stroking mine. Together we watched our hands that had become one.

‘You know, it’s like we are kindred spirits,’ he said. He untangled his hand from mine and leaned forward, ‘I want to—may I?’

Fritz plummeted like a sack of potatoes in between us. He thrashed about whacking our heads and chests as if he were having a fit.

When we recovered, Fritz sat between us contorting his torso checking for inconsistencies and mumbling, ‘So sorry, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything. Are you alright? Sorry, so sorry. I must apologize for interrupting.’

‘Fritz you’ve got to watch what you do with that teleporter. You nearly blended me!’ a voice spoke from behind.

I peered past Fritz. Captain Günter Fahrer stood there, his white boiler suit dazzling me.

‘You look fine to me,’ Fritz said.

Fahrer wagged a finger at my companion and me. ‘What’s going on here?’

I made to lock eyes with my beloved. The pimply kitchenhand in the grey hoody leered at me.

‘Eee-yew!’ I jumped back. I was just about to kiss that frog? ‘Get him away from me!’

‘You never know, if you had kissed him, he may have turned into a handsome prince,’ Fahrer said nodding, his thoughts, she hasn’t changed.

‘I doubt it,’ Fritz said. ‘Must be the Boris spy Driver called us about.’

‘We’ve got him now,’ Fritz said, ‘and not a moment too soon.’

Captain Fahrer marched up to the boy and went to grab him.

The boy jumped up, and then sprinted out of Fahrer’s grasp.

Fahrer galloped after him in pursuit.

A flash and bang stunned us.

When the stars cleared from our eyes, we looked around.

Fritz scratched his head. ‘Hey, where did Trigger go?’

Fahrer marched up the beach to the sand indentations where Trigger had been. ‘Gone! He’s taken Trigger.’

‘He’s escaped.’ I stated the obvious.

Fahrer stomped over to me. ‘How could you not know he was a Boris agent? How could you? I thought you were a seer, that you could tell these things.’

I didn’t know where to look or what to say.

‘You will be disciplined for your actions, Holly—going AWOL for a start. God knows, the IGSF should throw the book at you!’ Fahrer snapped. He ripped the com from his breast pocket. ‘We’ve found her. Three to beam up.’

© Lee-Anne Marie Kling 2019

Feature painting: Second Valley © L.M. Kling 2017

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Catch the wave of adventure…

Click on the links to my novels below and learn how this war on the alien cockroach Boris began and will continue…

Mission of the Unwilling

The Hitch-hiker

5 thoughts on “Out of the Chocolate Box (52)

  1. A great post. Poor Holly put her foot into it again, who is the imposter? Is it Boris in one shape or form?
    Keep up your writing, can’t wait for the next instalment

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