He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

A really short story...

I glance at the clock as I fumble with my earrings. 5:30. Jake will be here in fifteen minutes. I rush to my closet and take inventory of all my shoes. Pumps, stilettos, peep toes, kitten heels. I settle for my peep toe black velvet heels and try to squeeze my fat feet into them. 

"Ugh!" I through them down and grab my black strappy stilettos. My feet glide into them and I smile. As I walk past the mirror, I realize I only have one earring in. I pick up plastic bags, jeans, and the necklaces I tried on earlier, throwing them over my shoulder until I find the other. I force the metal hook through my ear and walk to the kitchen. 

My mind races with anticipation and anxious thoughts. It's been so long since I've been on a date and never with someone this handsome and sweet. He actually likes my body and my personality. He calls me curvaceous. I giggle a little and pick up my purse. 

As my fingers wrap around the handle of my bag, the doorbell rings. I run over to the door and reach for the knob. I snatch my hand back and smooth down my dress and hair. I return my hand to the knob and open the door. Jake stands on my front steps in a navy blue tux, smiling at me. His right hand comes out from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of flowers. I walk toward him and reach for the flowers but before I can, he envelops me in a hug. 

"I always knew you would die in my arms," I hear before the sharp blade pierces through my abdomen.