I'm Practically Invisible, I'm Practically Alone IP: 195.194.148.2 Posted on May 18, 2010 at 07:42:02 PM by Blake
I never take my eyes off her as she stands there glaring at me. What a strange woman. I mean I'd seen plenty in my time but no one like her. I’d call her irrational, but I could be wrong. I wasn’t about to tell her that to be honest. I scratch behind my ear as I hear someone sneeze and it distracts me momentarily, but not to take my eyes off her. No way. She lets the boy go and I smile. See, that wasn’t so difficult now was it? The growling had stopped in my throat but the caution remains. I didn’t like her. I wasn’t about to lie. She had a look about her that rang all the alarm bells in my head. Mind you, I hadn’t come across a woman that didn’t to be honest. I’d slept with enough to know.
She was correct in assuming it wasn’t my son and I raise my brows at her tone. Sheesh, my dislike of her was growing. But as I’d thought before, there was normally a lot more than what met the eye. That didn’t go as far as to say I was about to run over to her, give her a big hug and congratulate her on her achievement of, well done, you didn’t kill the boy, here have a gold star. I knew that boy wasn’t mine, if it had been, I’d have tore her throat out where she stood. No, it was the notion I had a boy myself, newborn, that had sparked me into knowing this was wrong. That boy had parents somewhere and I wasn’t about to have passed by and left him to die.
Your point being? No one should die by the hand of another. It’s commonsense woman, no matter how crazy you might appear to be.
I step towards her. Like hell I was afraid of her when another woman ran up. By god, how many women were hanging around here, I swear they’d fall out of the trees if they could be bothered to climb up. She notices me, I know she does, but it would seem to be the woman she is talking to, not me. So I stand in silence. This was no longer my fight now that the boy was gone, but this woman unnerved me, this woman with the knife. And I wasn’t about to hear about her slitting this other woman’s throat when I knew I could have stayed to prevent it.