"I lied to you before, when you asked me what I dream about.
I dream of intimacy, of false intimacy.
Within the wheezing lights, I am dancing with her always, breathless in the liquid night. We're dancing in the closed street to music that only we can hear.
The rest of her is only a vehicle for her hips and they drive me to passion I didn't know was in me. As the rain starts to soothe us I lean towards her, I slip my fingers behind her shoulders and i draw her to me.
She sneers, shrugs away, disappointed"
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
'only a vehicle for her hips' - love it! Very atmospheric Drabble, Jim.
Drew Martyn almost 3 years ago
I love the incessant motion in this piece - superbly built up to the final shrug and disappointment.
D.M. almost 3 years ago
strong first line!
Jim M almost 3 years ago
Thank you, as always, for taking the time to read and comment. It really does mean a lot to me that you do