On Aeaea Again

by on January 15, 2022 :: 0 comments

photo "Bridge to the Past, Presently" by Tyler Malone

We breakfast together on grapes and figs while lying on wild grass, take a walk around our island, fill our eyes with sea, fill our ears with bird song.

I drive her to the Loose Wolf where she lunches with the women who tend to the island gardens. I sit six feet away and watch her out of the corner of my eye, the bend and flick of her wrist, the skin of her neck so soft I caress and kiss it with my peripheral vision. I see that she sees me admiring her but she does not look directly at me, only accidentally on purpose lifts the hem of her skirt.

I order a plate of pork and open my eReader to reread Circe.

editors note:

The years go by, we grow but don’t grow apart. We stay alive close–but not too close–to those who could kill us. ~ Tyler Malone

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