Midweek (Micro) Release: The Library
Explorative micro-fiction in which size doesn't matter — it's how you word it (in 250 or less).
Rows of books stare back at me, their straight spines inviting me to forget about her.
An image of the graceful dips of her spine as she bent to pick flowers comes to me unbidden.
I shake my head. Stop.
Grabbing a random book about plants, I open it and begin to read.
"...soft, perfect lips part, awaiting the brush of my thumb. Her eyes beg me to touch her —"
I shut the book and check the cover. What?
Another volume, focused on a time-traveling merchant, finds its way into my hands. This should distract me.
“...breasts press against mine. The weight of her body keeps me from floating away. How I long to kiss the —”
“Ahh!” I yell and drop the book.
My hands graze the titles as I search the bottom shelf.
“Ha!” I laugh. This one is about The Great Depression. That’ll do it.
Pages flutter. I pick a paragraph from the introduction, the safest part of any book.
“...electric jolt when our lips finally meet. My hands in her hair is the question, her breath on my neck is the answer. Her hips —”
“No!”
Another.
“...gentle swaying where our legs meet —”
Another.
“...as a shiver runs down —”
Another.
“I am hers, my body made for —”
Books lay strewn about on the floor. My heart pounds in my ears. I try to tell myself it’s not what I think it is.
A knock on the door makes me jump.
“I knew I’d find you here,” she says.
You know someone's gotten into you when you read them in every book. I love how the rhythm intensifies with each "Another," too.
Aw I’m glad it ends on a hopeful(?) note