The nights together riding those back roads was always magic.
As Jack and Elizabeth were both night owls and together they had found in one another, what they had for long missed in everyone else .
Jack knew every backroad there was for miles.
And as the hours passed as Elizabeth laid against him he looked to her knowing she was that missing piece to the puzzle.
"I love you baby."
Elizabeth said as they embraced .
"Sweetheart have you made your choice for tonight?"
"Please don't make me choose, you know I'm no good at it ."
"I beg to differ sweetheart you're more than good at it, oh you're talking about choosing, yeah there's definitely room for improvement."
"You're such an ass."
Elizabeth said as she laughed.
"How bout that one baby."
Elizabeth pointed to the quaint little house.
Just off Beckers road, which was an ultra isolated stretch of highway.
Jack stopped the car just before the driveway, turned on his emergency flashers.
Elizabeth giggled with excitement as Jack simply shook his head and popped the hood.
She kissed him deeply.
"Goddamn I want to fuck you right now !"
"Don't get too worked up sexy, we haven't even begun this party yet and we damn sure don't want to get sloppy before the fun even starts."
Jack raised the hood and made his way to the tiny little house.
It was the electricity that drove both himself and Elizabeth insane.
And as Elizabeth looked at Jack she knew it was the devil himself that had brought these two together.
As Jack nodded to her as she knocked on the door and the act began .
The old woman cracked the door as Elizbeth began the spiel , Elizabeth looked like such an innocent little angel .
Who simply needed to use a phone to call a tow truck .
The old woman hesitated .
Then opened the door.
When the devil's at your doorstep the biggest mistake is answering in the first place.
The old woman would be just another victim.
And the starlight murders would claim another soul.
Jack and Elizabeth were truly birds of a murderous feather.
And a true match made in hell.
John Patrick Robbins; Is the editor in chief of the Rye Whiskey Review and The Black Shamrock Magazine.
His work has been published in Ariel Chart, Punk Noir Magazine, Piker Press, Red Fez, Oddball Magazine, San Pedro River Review, The San Antonio Review,
He is also the author of Sex Drugs & Poetry from Whiskey City , Once Upon A Nervous Breakdown from Soma Publishing.
And If Walls Could Speak Mine Would Blush published under his pen name Frank Murphy
from Syndicate Press.
His work is always unfiltered.
