(This story includes adult themes, inappropriate for children.)
When Dyna arrived at the market, Stan was delighted to see her. He had already packed Elea Isaacson’s order: Two bags of red, green and yellow fruits and vegetables.
“Please separate the fruits from the vegetables for Dyna,” Elea had requested on her last visit.
Dyna placed the sacks of fruit her mother had ordered into the cart and proceeded to push them out of the store.
The girls, same as before, in colorful ribbons and dresses sat outside on a bench eating apples and giggling. One waved in Dyna’s direction. Dyna nodded politely.
“You should go and introduce yourself,” urged Stan.
“Next time, sir.”
“Who’s to say they’ll be a next time? I’m sure your mother would understand.”
Suddenly, a dark cloud passed overhead, followed by others more massive. A brilliant flash of light broke through the clouds, and in the distance, they all heard the bangs of thunder. The girls across the street disappeared in an instant.
“Guess you’re right, little miss. I didn’t expect a storm today.”
Dyna gave Dan a look as if to say I told you so, then she carefully guided her cart around the corner and towards home.
Meanwhile, the prince who had earlier noticed Dyna from his balcony walked along the dull and dusty path he presumed she’d take on her return. But what would he say to her? So little imagination for such a privileged young man.
He looked above. The storm was drawing closer. He knew the girl would be there soon. So he perched down on a bench under a tree to think and to wait.
Dyna, on the other hand, could think of nothing more than getting home. Her feet moved at a pace faster than the first time she had made this trek. The cart worked well, too. Gliding effortlessly across the brown earth below.
She imagined seeing the surprised faces of her family when she walked through the door, unscathed and on time. What she did not imagine was what the unexpected. How could she?
The prince dropped one of the rocks he had been juggling. When he bent down to pick it up, he noticed Dyna only a few feet away. She was lovelier up close than afar. Without hesitation, he jumped from behind the trees onto the sandy road. “Good day,” he said.
Dyna nearly ran her cart into him. “You foolish boy. Get out of my way. Have you not noticed the heavens?”
“I’m no boy, I am your prince, and I’ve come to help you,” he said, taking a twirl in his royal regalia.
“You’re not my prince, and I don’t need any help,” skirting pass him.
“Well, at least allow me to walk with you. I’m going this way, too, and I can cover you with my robe if it starts to rain.”
“Fine,” she smiled with her eyes, flattered by his attention. It was different from the roughhousing she received from her brothers. Still, she was much more concerned about reaching her destination.
“Your name?” he asked as they made their way up the lonely road.
“Beautiful girl, beautiful name.” His heart fluttered and his feet did a silly dance that amused her.
“So why is a prince headed this way and why isn’t he riding in a carriage?”
“I choose to walk today.” A steady but light rain began to drop on them. “Here, stop under this tree that I have provided for us.”
The Acacia tree limbs were full and thick with leaves. She laughed at his arrogance but found shelter with him anyway.
“It will pass soon,” he promised. “Let’s wait it out.”
There under the umbrella of branches, he told her all about his kingdom as the rains fell harder. He was indeed a prince, but he was wrong about the storm. Dyna felt trapped, and her time slipping away.
As he wrapped his robe around her shoulders, his eyes dove deep into her soul. She flinched at first but welcomed the royal covering. Then he wiped the raindrops from her face, gazing into her eyes and gliding his hands down toward her chest.
Dyna pushed him away. “Stop!” Forgetting the storm, she threw the robe at his feet and left the prince alone under the tree.
Her resistance ignited a profound desire in him. “Don’t leave,” he said, following her closely.
Dyna picked up her pace, but the more she ran, the harder the rain, and the louder the sky’s roared. “Stay away from me,” she yelled, steadily pushing her cart through shallow mud puddles, splashing dirt all over her skirt and legs.
Finally, the prince caught up with her. He grabbed her with the force of a bear into his arms. “C’ mon. You’ll get soaked.” Then he pulled her under another tree and inside his silken coat. “I think I love you, Dyna,” he whispered in her ear as he forced her to the moistened ground. Then he pressed his lips against her mouth and took what was not his to take.
Short shorts by L.A. Taylor. Photography by Picmonkey.
“Thank you for visiting, and please stop by this Saturday for the final installment of Dyna’s Secret.“