| The Smell (short story) |
[Feb. 9th, 2005|12:30 pm] |
He's been waiting a long time, a long long time as if time means infinite stillness, to fall apart into the smell, to nuzzle into the scent, to indulge his sense in her, to have her forever but lose her so unbelievably easily. And she appears, a lot like her, fluiding her figure between bookshelves, squatting, standing for a bit, looking, searching, spreading her mythicism to men's sensitivity.
to be continued |
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