The Cold Fires Began

I put the phone down on the counter and looked around having no recollection how I had made my way to the kitchen. Realising the unsteadiness of my legs I blew out a long cold kiss into the air and fell back against the wall. The second hand on clock seemed stunted, caught in the last second, unable to move on to the next. The narrow rectangular room swirled.

I leaned forward and pushed the phone to the back of the counter as if to distance myself from what had just occurred. It wasn’t enough and so to somehow trap the words I turned the screen on it’s face and slid down the cool of the linoleum floor. There I sat until He returned home, made me tea and sat beside me holding my hand and letting me feast on his body heat.

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