by Bobbi Williams aka Smokifantastic

Andre stares at me for an hour. We are on the morning train en route to Saint Petersburg.

“What do you write?” he says gently in a thick Russian accent.

“What do you think I write?”

“Sci Fi,” he jokes, and laughs at himself.

“Yes, I write Sci Fi. Would you like to hear some of it?”

“Please, I would love to hear it.”

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Petra Ros has waited for her secret lover on the waterfront at 12 o’clock every Thursday night for a year now. She is a conservative woman in her late 30s. Every Thursday night, she waits for a lover whom she has never seen and tonight she feels she will have the strength to face him. She begins to watch the water the way she does when he is late, and she becomes impatient. She begins to become hypnotized by the waves and the rays of light that illuminate the water
from the street lamps. It is foggy and brisk – not a good night for a woman to be out alone. But she had to come. She has never been absent.

It is on nights like this that she contemplates having a normal relationship. Suddenly she feels his fingers on her waist. He snuggles against her neck. He takes a deep inhale of her soft rose perfume. He presses his body close to her. He rests his sex in the small of her back. He moans. She opens her lips, closes her eyes, runs her fingers through his thick curly hair. She feels her heart release a different rhythm.

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