sometimes I walk the corridors of time and people go to other destinations in other eyes and other body. Wedged between my strings, I type in furious fate of one or the fate of that. I play the sorcerer's apprentice lives of four sub-I throw myself into the water as my three-cornered hat to the sea and chose those ...
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It is there before him, he stands before her. The words do not dare go out of their mouths, they smile. Tom loves Kathy and Kathy loves Tom. Yet they do not touch and greet each other like two strangers. Their eyes meet in grief, their cat eyes, passing through each other as well not exist.
Yet.
Their lives began long ago. They do not remember how long they have known. She married John when they were very young, he loved Mary just after graduating. They are reviewed often and over again. For birthdays, communions, weddings, wakes and even for nothing, buying bread or walking down the street ... all the time. In fact, they never parted.
Yet.
Once again, they meet. They were a bit dated but their condition is the same. He is straight as a fiddle and she hands. Their stares deceive a stranger would not imagine that their desire buried for so long ... They exchanged a few nonsense convenience but they have no thoughts for the other. They believe that no one sees anything and they keep their distance, to save appearances.
And yet ...
Kathy is still desirable and Tom well planted before it. His outstretched hand for his reunion with his fingers still empty, as if to show he expects nothing, feels nothing. But the walls have no memory to transmit their asceticism and their desire frustration grows.
And yet ...
Tom is bold steps to Kathy that stiffens. To graze their stomachs and their breaths seem almost mix. They take advantage of this moment outside time, and breathe this life they could live. Without these prejudices, the weight of this education, the alternative that the adultery ...
And yet ...
John died this winter and Kathy is left alone. Mary lost his head and Tom goes to see the psychiatric center where she has taken up residence.
Tom came to visit Kathy, offer his condolences. Kathy said a few kind words against Mary. They smile ...
They walk over and touch. She is beautiful with her hair brown and curly and he puts his hand in to pet them. He is strong and protective, and it turns against him, her head on his shoulder.
They take advantage of this time they were private and sniff the scent of the body that they lacked. Their hands touch and palpate, slowly. The hall holds his breath, they'll love ...
Jack Rackham.
= PS Who does not love a secret? Historically, it is there waiting and who knows if one day ... It's gonna hurt!
Images from "The Village" by N. Shyamalan, starring Sigourney Weaver and William Hurt.
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