Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina glanced at the photo and simply said, “Delete it.”

Raul’s face showed surprise. “Shall I send the photo to you?”

“No, thank you,” she refused, unwilling to waste her time and energy on trivial matters.

Raul watched Sabrina’s retreating back, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes.

Time was running out. If he failed to obtain Sabrina’s contact within the next two days, he wouldn’t have another opportunity.

He had to act, and act quickly.

The following day’s itinerary consisted of bus travel and group tours, leaving no room for personal adventure.

Tonight was the only chance.

A beach bonfire awaited them that evening, and he had spotted a box of beer on the bus. A plan began to form in his mind.

Nobody would be able to decipher the acts that alcohol might provoke.

Tyrone had betrayed Sabrina, perhaps leaving her Longing for sex. If Raul made his move, maybe he could satisfy her hidden desires.

Upon their return to the campsite, the guide joined forces with fellow tourists to make room for a bonfire.

Sabrina and Bettie brought some food, bacon and roast kebabs. This was considered quite a feast in the wilderness.

Raul assisted the guide in distributing the food.

“Ladies, here’s your coffee,” Raul said, approaching Sabrina and Bettie with two paper cups. “Should you need more, the drinks are available over there.”

“Okay, thank you,” Sabrina replied, taking a sip before setting it aside.

Raul’s eyes grew shadowy.

Lorenzo, having suffered a bout of anxiety, had packed sleeping pills for the trip, but it turned out he didn’t need them during the journey.

Now, the pills came in handy.

After dinner, as Sabrina was enjoying her coffee, the guide retrieved several bottles of beer from the car. “Anyone up for a beer?” he asked, glancing at the tourists around the bonfire.

Only five or six people showed interest.

Handing out beers and surveying the scene, he continued, “Not drinkers, are we? Considering the moonlit view and the company of fellow travelers, isn’t this a splendid chance? Are you sure you don’t want to drink? You won’t get drunk on just one.”

Heeding his words, a few more raised their hands, and Bettie grabbed two, offering one to Sabrina. “Such a rare occasion. Let’s drink.”

Sabrina accepted, opening the bottle.