Flash Of Eve

By | June 18, 2008

The light of a pale yellow evening streamed in through a scratched acrylic sheet that served as a window to the room and glinted off the droplets of sweat that covered her naked body. She writhed, moaning, breath quickening as she sensed him near her.

Her mind raced trying to make sense of the smells and noises around her from behind her bandage blindfold. Her skin prickled from the heat. The restraints on her legs and arms pinned her to the lumpy mattress.

He stood over her, studying her face, every contour, each expression. They were there too, watching, impotent.

“How long has she been like this?” asked Elliot.

“Three days, since we found you both. It’s the gash on her leg that’s caused the infection.” Replied the woman.

“We don’t have much in the way of medicine.” Added the as yet unnamed man. ” And we still have a few strains of bacteria that her immune system has probably never encountered before. Leftovers from the war … ” His voice trailed off.

Elliot turned to the couple. Tears welled in his eyes. “Thank you” he managed to say in a faltering voice before he began to cry. He hadn’t cried in so many years and now he realised why. Eve was the only thing he’s ever had that was worth crying for.


Elliot and Eve are back soon hehehe. They’ve been away too long.