Safe Distance


Safe Distance

Carefully, Pele Vengar applied lipstick, then stepped back to admire her handiwork. She knew it was vital to present the perfect image, especially now that she was entering the final stretch of the plan.

After a few little touch-ups, she was satisfied with the woman who returned her gaze from the mirror. Her eyes were dark and smoldering. Her mouth was soft and pouty. Her curvy shape was draped in something light and clingy that hinted at the treasure lying beneath. And long, fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves her namesake would have loved.

She remembered the first time she’d met him; the man she was going to see. He’d asked her why she was named Pele. She’d laughed and told him you could blame it on a combination of Hawaiian ancestry and hippie parents. He’d smiled and told her he’d known a Hawaiian guy a long time ago.

She walked over to the desk in her hotel room and checked the screen on her laptop one more time. Everything was in order. It was time to go. She closed the laptop, tossed it into her suitcase, and made her way to the front desk.

Her rental car was waiting out front. She smiled at the valet, who nearly swooned as he accepted her tip. Then she hopped in the car and made her way from Waikiki to the Queen Liliuokalani Freeway. From here, she would join up with the Veterans Memorial Freeway and head up to Oahu’s North Shore, where he was waiting for her.

She pulled up to the stunning beachfront villa he’d purchased with their spoils. It was like something out of a movie, with columns and fountains, surrounded by lush Hawaiian foliage. And there he was, standing out front, grinning like a fool. Kane Larkin, CEO of Goliath Enterprises. She parked the car, took a deep breath, and conjured a smile.

“Pele,” he said, sweeping her into an embrace, “I can’t believe we pulled it off!”

She smiled, “I told you no one would suspect you of stealing from your own company.”

“That you did.” He grinned. “Beautiful and smart. Just the way I like them.”

She doubted that, but kept right on smiling.

“Come on, let me give you the tour.” He placed his hand on the small of her back and escorted her inside.

After the tour, Kane led her to the lanai for dinner. They watched the sun set while they enjoyed excellent food and magnificent wine. He didn’t believe in moderation, which was exactly what she was counting on.

When they’d finished the second bottle, she proposed they head inside.

“Let’s play a game,” she suggested, her eyes filled with molten promises.

In that moment, he probably would have agreed to anything.

She took her time tying him to the bed, making sure her hands lingered in all the right places. The man at the hardware store back in California had assured her the rope could pull a truck, and he’d shown her how to tie a knot that wouldn’t slip. Once Kane was secure, she hopped off the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, heading for the washroom.

He was patient at first, but after a few minutes, uncertainty crept into his voice.

“What’s taking so long?”

“I’ll be right out,” she called as she finished her task.

When she emerged from the washroom holding her shorn tresses, he knew things had gone off course. The hair on her head was now short and spiky, and her soft mouth was fixed in a hard line.

Kane looked at the hair. “What did you do that for?”

“An offering for Pele,” she replied, savouring his confusion.

“But, you’re—”

“I’m afraid not,” she interrupted. “My real name is Amy Kealoha.”

She watched his confusion turn into comprehension.

“I knew your father,” he said.

“You killed him.”

“No, he killed himself.”

Amy leaned over Kane. “Only after you ruined him.” She tossed the hair onto the bed. “But you can take that up with the gods that meet you on the other side.”

She pulled the detonation device from her purse. Her brother had rigged the place after Kane bought it. She would meet up with him when it was done.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “Your money will go to good use.” And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away.

“Pele! Amy! Please!” Kane yelled after her.

She never looked back, she just kept walking.


This is my response to this week’s speakeasy,
over at yeah write, where we had to make some
reference to a video prompt and use the sentence
“She never looked back, she just kept walking.” as
the last line in our piece.

Click the badge to learn more about this awesome creative writing challenge.


Image credit: arawyndesigns @ deviantART


43 thoughts on “Safe Distance

  1. I like the added twist and the backstory revealed toward the end. It explains so much about her motives and shifted my sympathy from Kane to her (not that I condone tying someone to a bed and then blowing them up 🙂 )

    1. Thanks Jacqueline! I was there a few years ago and drove the same route as Amy – with a somewhat different outcome! 😉 I’m glad you were able to picture it through my words.

  2. You set your scene up so well that even though I have never been to Hawaii, I was there with your characters. Quite the interesting turn of events. Bet he didn’t expect to be blown up when she tied him up! Great story! ♥

  3. The title is perfect. Wonderful job diving into the action from the get-go and painting Pele/Amy as a confident, uncompromising femme fatale. I love it when women rule.

  4. I’ve been to Hawaii a couple times when I was younger, so this story was a joy to read. 🙂 Mind you, no one tied me to a bed and detonated me, so my experience wasn’t quite the same as Amy-Pele’s….

  5. My, my, Suzanne… 😉 This was so fun to read, and I like it that you came to the dark side a little, too. I’m so in for a trip to Hawaii. I loved how you worked in all the details of the setting, very inspiring.

  6. A very sharp woman that knows how to control a situation. I like the way she obtained her revenge. Perfect symmetry. I liked your descriptions of her. I felt like I was looking at a photograph. A masterful piece as always!

    1. Thanks so much for your comments, Eric! I wanted to write something that was descriptive, so I’m really pleased you felt like you could see her. 🙂

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