Lost for words
Last night, as a half slice of moon pushed its yellowish rays through the unwashed bedroom window, my owner was preparing. Buxom and proud, with upstanding nipples, she was tall and a touch over-weight, with muscles well-toned at the local. She had had her brown hair cut very short on a whim, perhaps out of spite. The first wrinkles were appearing when she smiled, which was often, including now. She was clad in a long, bright pink bathrobe, fluffy white slippers and what remained of her wet hair was wrapped in a clean towel of blue and white stripes. She opened the heavy drawer to get a grip on me. This drawer was meticulously set into a dark, carved mahogany piece imported from ecologically sourced Burmese wood. It already had numerous stains from coffee cups, as well as from over-watering the three bright green pitcher plants clad in decorative blue and white pots, that aggressively guarded the ground on top of it. Flies beware!
She lay down languidly on her back on the pale pink satin sheets, allowing her robe to open, with her head on two firm pillows. As I began humming she gurgled with pleasure, her eyes shut. Although I could tell her mind was in a private elsewhere, we were intimate.
Unexpectedly, the other opened the front door, without making a sound. He carried two voluminous bunches of flowers, erotic-looking tiger lilies, whose scent and invasive brown pollen were set to transform the flat. He had not been able to decide which bunch, so he chose two. The mix of pink and yellow was a welcome entrance of colour saturation into the bedroom of striped, muted wallpaper and pastel shades, as he entered silently.
The self-satisfied smile on his face collapsed into a contortion. He stood rigid, staring at her, with the antique tan briefcase hanging unhelpfully in his other hand. At this point, she opened her blue-grey eyes with the over-long jet-black lashes, free of make-up or other artifice. Neither said a word, but I could read what each was thinking. I felt acutely embarrassed to be the cause of this rupture between them.
Tad Boniecki
July 2024