Red dress
Slit up my thigh
A gun in hand
I enter the party.
Red lipstick
Adorning my lips
A flying kiss to the girl on the left
As the guard raises his gun.
Bang bang
The guard is down
A scream rents the air
As the party goers rush towards the exit.
Bang bang
The doors screech shut
The crowd comes to a halt
I stand there, all red, gun pointing.
Shrieks, shouts,
Questions, cries
Nothing moves me
As eyes roam the crowd.
I see you then
In your black tux
Red tie
As a smile splits my face.
Our eyes lock
The crowd parts
I beckon you
As a door behind me opens.
You look at the door,
Then at me,
Indecision marring your beautiful face
But I stay put.
I had made my move
Now it was your turn
This had to be your decision
Even as my heart hurtled in my chest.
Another guard tries to intervene
I knock him unconscious
Not wanting to use my gun
As I drop a red rose on his chest.
You move then
Crossing the divide
In your clipped walk
And fancy perfume.
You pick up the rose
And put it in your lapel
Taking my hand you say,
What are you doing?
I point the gun to your chest
The crowd gasps
But I bring my mouth to your ear and say,
Giving you your freedom.
You step back
Stunned, incredulous
Till a grin lights-up your handsome features
And you pull me in for a kiss.
The gun stays between us
As does the rose
You turn around
Looking at what you were giving up one last time.
You turn to me
And as we make a move
The spell we had cast on the crowd
Breaks and the shrieks restart.
We reach the edge
You stop once more
Turn around
And wave a farewell.
Will you regret it?
What, for rescuing me from them?
I shrugged
They were his family after all.
It could have been less dramatic,
He says with a smile
As I punch his arm
And we start moving again.
Thank you, he says,
For being my knight
For you my darling, I say,
Always.
Written as part of AtoZ. For more, check the Theme Reveal 2020 – 26 Letters of Love.
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