Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 47.0: October 8th, 2008
Breath
by Belinda Roddie
He’s shirtless and smoking as she rolls on her side. She hasn’t been able to sleep since he arrived, and now all he does is frown and puff away. She watches momentarily before leaning over.
“Don’t,” he says. She pulls away.
"Why not?"
"I'm tired."
He finishes smoking and breathes. She breathes, too, as if responding. They don’t speak, and they hardly move. She lies back, sighing deeply as if she were trying to get him to glance over. She begins to feel warm.
They breathe together. It’s beginning to grow light out; they haven’t slept since they met and drank and romanced together. They merely separate from each other, break away and ponder and yearn. Then they finally speak again.
"I thought about traveling," he says.
“Where?”
“I don’t know. Somewhere. Anywhere.”
They breathe together. He feels chilled and calm, but she feels flush and red as she stretches. He expects her to suddenly purr as she becomes feline-like.
“I always thought about hooking up, settling down,” she whispers.
“How very female.”
“Not recently. You’d be surprised.” She curls up, sighing again. He sniffs and sighs as well.
“Sometimes, I wonder if I should be somewhere else entirely,” he mutters.
“Don’t we all,” she coos.
They breathe together. He goes to wash up.
“You’re no fun when you’re tired,” she says.
“Don’t you have somewhere to go back to?” he asks. It’s brighter now; he can see clearer. He can see her staring. She smiles.
“I never stay anywhere for too long,” she says.
Then she winks and stands up, leaving him to gaze back until she’s gone. He feels warmer now as lies down, staring up and beyond. And all he does is breathe. He breathes alone.
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since October 8th, 2008.
by Belinda Roddie
He’s shirtless and smoking as she rolls on her side. She hasn’t been able to sleep since he arrived, and now all he does is frown and puff away. She watches momentarily before leaning over.
“Don’t,” he says. She pulls away.
"Why not?"
"I'm tired."
He finishes smoking and breathes. She breathes, too, as if responding. They don’t speak, and they hardly move. She lies back, sighing deeply as if she were trying to get him to glance over. She begins to feel warm.
They breathe together. It’s beginning to grow light out; they haven’t slept since they met and drank and romanced together. They merely separate from each other, break away and ponder and yearn. Then they finally speak again.
"I thought about traveling," he says.
“Where?”
“I don’t know. Somewhere. Anywhere.”
They breathe together. He feels chilled and calm, but she feels flush and red as she stretches. He expects her to suddenly purr as she becomes feline-like.
“I always thought about hooking up, settling down,” she whispers.
“How very female.”
“Not recently. You’d be surprised.” She curls up, sighing again. He sniffs and sighs as well.
“Sometimes, I wonder if I should be somewhere else entirely,” he mutters.
“Don’t we all,” she coos.
They breathe together. He goes to wash up.
“You’re no fun when you’re tired,” she says.
“Don’t you have somewhere to go back to?” he asks. It’s brighter now; he can see clearer. He can see her staring. She smiles.
“I never stay anywhere for too long,” she says.
Then she winks and stands up, leaving him to gaze back until she’s gone. He feels warmer now as lies down, staring up and beyond. And all he does is breathe. He breathes alone.
The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since October 8th, 2008.
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