Two stories for the price of one

 

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Supine on the floor, I gaze up from our bed. Rose towers above me, ebony body a clear night sky writhing in a silken swirl dance of rainbow scarves, waxing moon smile moist, reflecting my rapture. Tomorrow became an unmet dream relinquishing its shackles on now.

"The veils," I whispered.

They fell—amorphous satellites drifting to earth—one on each rotation of her heavenly planet spinning in orbit around me.

In splendor she whirled, unadorned, eyes blazing stars, feeding my naked hunger.

Delilah pranced for the Baptist's head. Rose shimmered. I found my head and I surrendered my heart.

 

Evolutionary Quirks

"Too much Dragnet as a kid, lady?" I jabbed. "Stuck in, 'Just the facts ma'am'? Truth is, facts lie, change. In the end, meaningless. Of course, that's conjecture too."

"You a magician?" She blurted, eyes wide, sparkling.

"No, what makes you ask?"

"Didn't you say you conjected?"

"Oh! Yeah. Maybe I am a magician. Hadn't thought about it that way."

"I'd love to see a trick."

"Okay, let's see . . . Talk like you're educated."

"What?

"See?"

"Huh?"

"Guess it only works once." I walked away, leaving her scratching her chest. I shook my head. Now, where was that tavern.

 

Two stories from Daniel Cryns 




 

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