“Like wilted cucurbita flowers after a humid summer rain, Lola and Noelle held each other loosely listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing, and the streets of Barcelona below. Noelle concentrated on lighting a spliff, covering the flame with her cupped hand. ”
“I staggered into the bathroom the next morning, my bladder threatening to burst. I had drunk way too much the night before, my eyes were still tightly closed, attempting to ward off the Crappe Diem threatening to seize my day. My foot hit an unfamiliar object. Did I dare open my eyes? ”
Cielo
“Kiss me,” he simply stated. She did. She picked up the champagne flute she’d temporarily forgotten about and poured them each a glass. He beckoned for her to sit in his lap, she obeyed.
“So how long do I have you this time?” She inquired.
“How long do you want me?” He asked. She contemplated the response.
Forever, she thought. She was soon struck with the implications of these conditions and remembered his lesson to her on permanence and possession.
“Surprise me,” she finally concluded.