John heard a legend about the Valentine’s Day hitchhikers – two sexy lady-girls just turned 18 who appeared once a year, on a road out of Clay County, in a wild zone of Kentucky. John screeched his car to halt when he saw them posing at the roadside.
One had auburn hair, tanned limbs and a pleasant blue-splotched dress, modernly abstract, ending tangibly above the knees. The other was blond, hair braided in a ring around the top of her head. She looked tasty in the two pieces she wore, one black and daringly high, the other pink and daringly low. The girls had curves like zig zags never existed.
“We just turned 18,” Auburn stated with a no-nonsense look at John.
“And we’re going to our birthday party,” her blond friend continued. “Would you take us?”
“Sure ladies,” John said, “hop in.”
They took the back seat for themselves, dangling and bending legs so that knees were visible in the rear view mirror. John was euphoric to have two such sweetnesses in his car. He hopped in himself, and pulled back onto the road.
“Where is the party?” John asked.
“I don’t know,” Auburn said.
“Neither do I” said Blondness.
“This is quite a dilemma!” John replied, hoping they would solve it.
“We’ll just have to find it, won’t we?” Auburn imposed.
“And don’t be late!” said Blondness.
John drove and drove, unable to concentrate on the road. All his thoughts were with the female population of his car. He took turns, drove up slopes, drove down slopes and took more turns. He had no idea where they were.
“Do you have any idea where we are?” asked Blondness.
“Are we getting close to the party?” Auburn wondered.
“Nothing to worry about ladies – it’s still Kentucky,” was all he could think to say.
More driving. Every time he peeked into the mirror to glimpse his guests he saw their eyes studying straight into him, and the kind of mischievous smiles that any moment might spill into giggles.
“We’re getting tired,” ahhhed Auburn.
“Yes, take us to a bed,” suggested Blondness, just as the car shot by a sign for the Lonely Hearts Hotel, 5 miles ahead.
In a few minutes, they were there. John checked them in quickly. There was no trouble. They entered a room with a table, a TV and one wide bed.
“Wow! There’s room for five of us on that bed,” Blondness noted.
“Yeah, too bad there aren’t five of us,” Auburn added.
John was weak with excitement. He sat on the edge of the bed, smiled 15 smiles at once, and gestured them to join him. Auburn and Blondness smiled steadily back at him, then approached.
“Close your eyes,” Auburn requested with a wink.
“Yes, we want to surprise you,” added Blondness.
“Whatever you ladies desire,” John said, as he shut his eyes and then covered them with one hand while propping himself on the bed with the other. He waited, heart beating like the drums in “Sing Sing Sing.” He sensed a tender touch on his lap, then another. Hands sneaking into pockets. His mind felt like it was spinning in place. He waited. And waited. Finally he had to open his eyes. Because nothing else happened. He looked around. The girls were gone, but in each of his pockets he discovered a candy. He squeezed them out of the wrappers and into his mouth. Tongue playing over both candies at once, he tasted a mingling of honey and cola.
This story was originally posted at indeterminacy.blogspot.com, a site featuring “one minute short stories” inspired by found photos.
The found photo you see served as the catalyst for the story:
Disclaimer: This photo is not my work, and is therefore also not for sale.