Angelica Dawson Naomi Shaw
Julez Morbius Doris O'Connor
Others told me, meditate. It had been years since I had practiced hypnotic breathing and relaxing to a state denying my mind's usual cacophonous jumble of chaos. I had lost my sense of feeling any emotion, compassion and empathy. All that dwelled within me was the racetrack of hurdles of my continuous thoughts. And I had stumbled to the dark pit, lacking any dignity, depriving Corby the love he deserved for my indiscretions. Sitting naked on the slope of dry grass stubble, feeling a dampness of dew on my shivering ass and back. I gazed at dawn's cobblestone sky of gray stratus clouds. A shroud of fog hovered between the crescent moon and me. I could almost taste mold on cheese, the shrouded stellar object imitated.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled and exhaled the intruding, tempting illusion, Gavin's deceptive, shallow worship of my near accomplishments. Inhaling, I gaged, exhaling rapidly, Gavin’s deadly scent of gin and Obsession cologne.
An owl hooted one last time. And three doves cooed their soothing songs. But why three? There should be only two. "Silence!" I whispered agony.
Breathing slowly, I smelled Corby’s cedar muskiness. His warm, moist lips bribed mine.
“I love you.”