She’ll want to talk about chain saws and seasoned maple, trampling through the woods, damp, earthy places, and dirty leather boots.

Or maybe she’ll talk about motion sickness; leg-dangling screams and shrieks, run-you-off-the-rails pangs of terror.

She’ll shine the light in your face, unfurl your defenses, show you to you. Stealthy, like toe-contorting blisters (but the shoes were too cute).

“Sweetly, darkly, darling, read her poetry by the fire, make it smeared, smudged, and smokey like the shadow on her eyes.”


Avery’s tongue zips along the back of her bottom teeth. “You know, the sweat of prolonged fear smells different. Probably more than sweat involved, maybe an infection.”

You can talk about that.


COPYRIGHT © Kelly Huntson and [2015-2019].


18 thoughts on “Illicit

  1. There are a bunch of things swirling around my head after reading this twice… This was awesome.

  2. Evocative story.

    You’ve created a character who gets to the heart of things.

    Neil Scheinin

  3. Hi Kelly,
    This was well done. I especially like how you write visually. Allows ones mind some great almost haunted images. 😉

  4. Thank you Kelly, very kind of you to say. I in turn am also a fan of your writing.

  5. Wow, Kelly. This is really good!

  6. This is soooo beautiful. Each time I read a tweet of yours, I think “Wow! I need to see what she’s been writing elsewhere.” You have a gift – more please!

  7. As a former prosecutor, the word Illicit” jumped out at me!

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