He's older. He calls me honey. I call him by his name. He's breathing over me. It's labored but hot and full of hope.
He wants me to stay with him. I want him to adore me and leave. I like to pretend to banish him. It makes him anxious and ardorous. When he feels he is back in control, I pretend to surrender. Then, I punish him and push him away again. This makes him want me more. This game goes on for hours. Then we go out for dinner at an Indian restaurant.
Friday, January 29, 2010
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A fabulous piece of short fiction that could stand by itself! You render these two characters beautifully in so few words. And I love the last line!
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