They leave the picture window open for the honey light. She endures his torment, fingers in her folds, there, and there, there again, almost painful. Even after so long, she loves his attention. She moans for his concerted effort. A volcano rises under his fingertips and she writhes with the eruption. Through the window a flock takes flight off the water. Here one instant, gone the next. Forever.
After, they lay intertwined, saying the things they say until she rises, naked, for water. The man through the window jolts her and the shock charges the track of her recent orgasm. Heâ€™s in a shirt and tie, older than he looks, older than her. She lets out a silent â€œOhâ€ and lifts her lighter instead of the water. She pulls a cigarette from the pack and slips it between her smiling lips as she steps to the window. The lighter waivers in her hand, the phone in his does not. (Ah, a video, then.) She takes a drag, holds the heat in a moment, exhales. She walks through the cloud back to bed.
2 thoughts on “Eternity”
I loved the intensity and the way that it has been crafted; a drama in two so very short acts.
I’m so glad that you enjoyed it. (The reality was definitely more of a comedy!)
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