Two fragments from my story that was awarded in a writing competition. I like these ones the most.
(It was written in Polish, of course.)
"A brown drop of tea flew down a violet cup with no hurry, what immediately reminded me of a tear from that afternoon. I wiped the drop off with my ring finger as if the smooth violet surface was in fact the skin on her cheek. I looked at the wet finger tip, placed it on my lips and closed my eyes. I felt its saltness. I raised the cup and drank the tea within few seconds. Just as if I did not want her pain to exist any longer, I diluted it with tea and smiled with sadness."
"I came up to her back and hugged her. Then, gently kissed her neck. I knew that she liked it and that nobody else could kiss her this way. For a moment she enjoyed the thrill of pleasure and let out an almost inaudible sigh. Then, she stood stiffly and asked:
- How would you touch me, if you could do it for the last time?
I laughed at her then, not having thought about the meaning of her words and playfully patted her buttock. Later, she walked me to the car and I drove off towards the airport to fly to Oslo on a business trip for a couple of days.
Now I know how I would touch her, if I could do it for the last time. Now I know that I would kiss her and hugged her so strongly that she would cling to me as tight as possible. Now I know that I would never let her go. Never."
(It was written in Polish, of course.)
"A brown drop of tea flew down a violet cup with no hurry, what immediately reminded me of a tear from that afternoon. I wiped the drop off with my ring finger as if the smooth violet surface was in fact the skin on her cheek. I looked at the wet finger tip, placed it on my lips and closed my eyes. I felt its saltness. I raised the cup and drank the tea within few seconds. Just as if I did not want her pain to exist any longer, I diluted it with tea and smiled with sadness."
"I came up to her back and hugged her. Then, gently kissed her neck. I knew that she liked it and that nobody else could kiss her this way. For a moment she enjoyed the thrill of pleasure and let out an almost inaudible sigh. Then, she stood stiffly and asked:
- How would you touch me, if you could do it for the last time?
I laughed at her then, not having thought about the meaning of her words and playfully patted her buttock. Later, she walked me to the car and I drove off towards the airport to fly to Oslo on a business trip for a couple of days.
Now I know how I would touch her, if I could do it for the last time. Now I know that I would kiss her and hugged her so strongly that she would cling to me as tight as possible. Now I know that I would never let her go. Never."
1 comment:
"Then, gently kissed her neck."
:)
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