“How do you know about this place?” April had heard the rumors about The Shack, but no one knew where it actually was. After all the drama with that Italian foreign exchange student months before, she had always imagined it in her mind with yellow crime scene tape wrapped around it. She assumed it was just that: imaginary.
Zach lifted a shoulder, feigning nonchalance. He had to know she’d be impressed. “Chad and Preston used to come here to smoke weed. He told me about it.”
Suspicion flared. “Why?”
He cocked his head to the side and smiled, the perfect angel. “Why not?”
The rotted doorway yawned crookedly in invitation. Curiosity won an easy victory. Oh sheesh, I don’t care anymore. “You got a flashlight?”
His teeth glinted in triumph and he offered a hand. “Should be a kerosene lantern inside.”
“Good, it’s kinda creepy.”
When she stepped over the threshold, she was surprised to find the tiny cabin lit by moonlight; the roof made way for a tree limb piercing one of the walls, searching for the sun. She thought it would smell musty inside, but the branches sprouted orange blossoms and someone had trained jasmine vines through an old window shutter. Abstract flowers were painted around the clusters of white buds, floor to ceiling. There was an old loveseat against the opposite wall; it had seen better days, but as a whole, The Shack was…lovely.
There were more paintings over the loveseat that she couldn’t quite make out and she wondered where that lantern could be. She turned to Zach, elated to have found such a hidden gem. She wanted to explore every secret corner. “Did you find the—“
His smile was gone. A warm hand fastened around her neck and his mouth covered hers.
This flash fiction is a part of the Blogging From A to Z (April 2015) Challenge. A new installment arrives every day in April, following the alphabet; check the calendar below to see which letters post on which days. Read more about this blogfest HERE.