He Couldn’t Resist

He knew he was in love the moment he saw her bashing in the windows of, what he assumed to be, her ex-boyfriend’s car. She was beautiful, even from across the parking lot. She screamed something he couldn’t make out. Instinct told him she was justified.

The boyfriend waved his hands, begging her to stop. She ran toward him, baseball bat in hand. Metal reverberated off the pavement upon throwing her chosen weapon on the ground. She stood tall, chest heaving, watching the man run away.

She paid no attention as he approached. Her appearance came more into focus; the curve of her hips, the definition of her shoulders. He pictured them laughing and playing on a beach surrounded by children building sandcastles. His pace hastened.