YOU GIVE LOVE by E.F. Olsson {SHORT FLASH}

The stories of E.F. Olsson.YOU GIVE LOVE by E.F. Olsson

It was hot. The truck’s engine was running and was barely pumping out any cold air. It wasn’t even cool air. Sam tapped his hands on the grimy steering wheel.

“Bomp. Bomp. Bomp. Sweeeeet Caroline!” The passenger door rattled. Sam stopped singing to Neil Diamond so he could reach over unlock the door. Gwen slid in. She looked panicked. Her hair was distraught. She nodded for him to go ahead.

With a rumble and the squeal of the tires. They sped away. Gwen checked the rearview mirror to see if anyone had seen them. No one was there.

The song on the radio changed. Sam smiled. He looked over to Gwen. She was fighting back tears.

“Damn. I love Hall and Oats,” he said.

“How can you listen to anythin’? Do you know what I just did?”

“It’s a classic,” Sam said then started to sing along: “Whoa-o-whoa. Oh-whoa. Oh-whoa.”

She quickly clicked off the radio. They sat in silence as the truck roared down the interstate. Sam looked over. Gwen was watching the rearview mirror.

“No one’s comin’. At least for a couple of days. No one knows but us.”

“I did what you said. I had the pillow over it.”

“No one’s the wiser.”

“But…” Gwen stopped the regard what had just happened.

“Baby, baby. I get down on my knees for you. Get down on my knees,” Sam sung louder. “If you would only love me like you used to do. Oh-whoa.”

She smiled. “Where are we going?”

“The cottage. We’ve been at the cottage all day. Remember?”

“But the lady across the street saw me. She was watchin’ from the front window.”

Sam slammed on the brakes. The truck screeched to a stop.

“What are you doin’?” Gwen asked. Her voice cracked.

“We have to do something about her.”

“Oh, Miss Kernan.”

“Are you sure? Absolutely positive she was there?”

Gwen lowered her head. She didn’t answer. Sam turned the truck around and headed back.
“But what if someone else sees us? We can’t shoot up the neighborhood.”

“I’ll do anything to be with you, baby,” Sam said.

“I know. My parents won’t be stoppin’ us now.”

“But I will take my chances if it means we can be together forever.”

“I can’t shoot poor Miss Kernan. She’s so sweet.”

Sam chuckled. He cleared his throat and began to sing: “Bring back that lovin’ feelin’. Oh that lovin’ feelin’, ’cause it’s gone, gone, gone.”

Gwen held the pistol between her legs. She frowned. She waited. Tears dripped from her cheeks. Sam brought the truck to a stop in front of Miss Kernan’s house, across the street from her house.

She knocked on the door and waited.

Sam watched from the truck. He turned the radio back up. It was Bon Jovi with You give love a bad name.

The door opened. The old lady let Gwen in as Sam sung the song, “Shot through the heart and you’re to blame!”


Copyright © 2016 E.F. Olsson. All rights reserved.

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