All Saints

Nano Day 1 (1193 words). Patience please  

What a shitty night. It was pissing rain, making seeing more than a few feet in front of the swishing wipers a fucking chore. The awfulness of it all was compounded by being lost on this back country road when all he wanted to do was have a warm shower and climb in his bed.

“Fucking disaster,” he mumbled as he leaned forward to wipe the foggy windshield.

He squinted through the window, glancing down the dark section of road. A blink and a swish of the windshield revealed clear road. The next blink and swish revealed a woman leaning out into the road.By some insane miracle, he managed to stop the car beside her without losing control. Small wonders considering the shock he felt seeing her.

Long, bare legs showed through the passenger side window as he stared in a daze. She was a fucking vision in the darkness, almost glowing in her white dress. Those legs though. Even in the heavy rain and looming darkness he could see the bronze of her skin and the flex of her muscles as she stepped closer. He snapped out of his stupor and reached over to crank the window open for her, uncaring that the rain poured in.

She was unbelievable. Her long dark hair was plastered to her face, but instead of the drowned appearance she looked like an angel. She leaned in the open space, big brown eyes and full lips smiling beseechingly at him. The front of her dress drew his eyes like a magnet. Her neckline plunged deep enough he could make out the shadow of her breasts. His cock was painfully hard and she’d not said a word to him.

“Is there anyway you can give me a lift into town?”

He sucked in a breath. God help him, her voice was all smoke and sex. A raspy sound that wrapped around his already straining cock. Fuck him, he had to get this girl home or he’d die of regret. He’d rather die between those toned thighs of hers.


The uncertainty in her voice brought him back again. “Yea, no problem. I’m headed that way.”

Her smile bloomed and he felt like his heart speed up in his chest. He smiled back, opening the door so she could slid in.

She was drenched, her clothes and hair clinging to her as rain dripped off her chin. He stared, eyes tracking from her legs up to her smiling face. Her eyes sparkled at him, something swirling there that made him shift in his seat. Definitely caught him staring. Heat warmed his cheeks.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he put the car back in gear.

They were silent for a couple miles before he dared to talk.

“Are you.. uh.. are you cold? I can turn up the heat or grab a blanket from the back.”

Instead of answering, she reached out to turn on the radio. Something old played, Sinatra maybe, but he was too tuned to her to really grasp what was piping through the speakers. Then she started singing…

Oh, where oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She’s gone to heaven so I have to be good.
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

Her singing voice was just as enticing as her speaking if not more so. It was like she sang just for him, reaching into his chest to grab a hold of his heart. He was distracted by something else. A tremor skittered down his spine as he listened to her husky voice caress the words. A naggle of something tickled at the back of his mind, but he couldn’t quite figure out what bothered him. He wasn’t sure why the hell it was bothering him though. Something about an accident… before he could bring it forward the song ended. They were plunged into that strange silence again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her slide her hand up and down her legs. The other was busy cupping her breasts. He watched superstitiously as her hands moved over her body.

“These clothes.” She plucked at the hem of her dress. “Are drenched. Do you mind if I taken them off?”

Before he could even think of an answer, she was practically kneeling in her chair, peeling the white dress off. What she revealed.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, no longer pretending to watch the road.

“Better.” She purred the words as she settled her naked body back into the seat.

If he thought she was gorgeous clothed, her bare body left him speechless. She was in unbelievable shape from the toned muscles he saw in her arms, legs, and stomach. She had the body of a runner or a swimmer, long limbs and easy agility. Her breasts were an easy handful with large brown nipples he could taste on his tongue. Then she parted her thighs and he swerved a bit at the sight of her pussy.

She was wet and definitely not from the rain.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel in an effort to refocus. Get to town safely. He chanted it to himself as they careened down the road.

“Mm, much better.”

A hand palmed his cock and he whipped his head to the side. She was rubbing her cunt, fingers thrusting deep. He looked away and the looked back to see her pinch her nipple, wet fingers stretching it out from her chest. She was back to fucking herself before he looked away again.

“Fuck me.” This was moving fast and he had no idea how.

The hand at his crotch had managed to undo the zip and work him free. He yelped at the wet suction that surrounded his cock. He looked down to see her head bobbing below him. Her hand still thrust frantically between her thighs even as she gave him the best blowjob he’d had in years.

“Wait,” He begged.

He couldn’t focus on anything except her mouth now. Nothing registered beyond the windshield as his eyes blurred out.

“Mm, Brady, you always taste the best when we do it like this.”

She dove back down, swallowing his cock before his brain could catch up. And when it did…

“Wait. My name isn’t–”

The blare of a horn coming too close and bright headlights jolted him. It was too late to turn, sending him headlong into the oncoming car. The puzzle clicked into place seconds before a large piece of the windshield sliced through his throat decapitating him.

Brady and Lara. Killed in a crash on old Memory Lane in 1972. Brady died instantly while Lara screamed for help for hours until she died of her wounds by the side of the road.

The radio played that old song again as the rain poured into the car. His head lolled in the empty passenger seat, eyes staring blindly into space.

Oh, where oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She’s gone to heaven so I have to be good.
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

Blurry photo of Cara from behind in post titled All Saints


  1. Aku

    Cara, this is a remarkable little story – at a level I could see what was coming when I hit the last 1/3rd but it was well written and I had to read it through.
    And though I’ve heard/read/seen the story about ghosts repeating their death/pattern many times, rarely has it been like this in that it’s not gross or violent or horror-filled (until after the accident that is..) and that worked for me.
    Plus just thought I’d mention that your choice of song… it had me a little teared up/emotional because it’s one I associate with someone who I cared for very deeply and lost before we had a chance to, well, give us a chance. Not in a car-crash or such accident, but she’s gone and every so often something like this song (which does it every damned time) just remind me of her and no matter my frame of mind, I’m right back in that moment I heard she was gone.
    Sorry to dump that here, on you, just felt like sharing my reaction and feeling with the writer of a piece that connected with an emotional part of me.

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      Cara Thereon

      Awww Aku. That makes me tear up a bit hearing you’ve lost someone like that. I commend you for carrying on to read in that case because I’m not sure I could’ve with such memories in my head. Thank you for reading. It is a near typical repeating ghost story, but I tried to make it my own as much as possible.

      Dump away my friend. I’m happy to read what you have to say anytime.

      1. Aku

        Thanks Cara.
        I’m usually not one to talk about my own life and things much but just a moment in time as I read the lyrics you typed out and then Eddie singing it in my head and all, it was just timing – and as someone who writes and wishes people would share their reactions more, I felt like I had to do for you as I hope others would do for me.

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