Part one. Short story extract. . . to be continued
Laura Wandsworth took a deep breath. She had been expecting them, the police that is. She had been caught shop lifting. K-Y warming lubricant jelly, of all things, Laura, chuckled to herself. She should have known really, she had looked so out of place there in the Ann Summers shop. She hadn’t gone out planning on stealing anything. She hadn’t really needed anything, the freezer was full from the week before when she had visited Iceland. But she had been so cold walking around the town. Her fingers felt immobile beneath her gloves, and she was unable to feel her toes beneath the two layers of thermal socks. She had figured out a few years back the best shops for warmth were those that had changing rooms, the skimpier the outfit’s the warmer the heaters. Laura rarely visited Ann Summers, always feeling a little prudish. The heater was at the far end of the shop, tucked inside an alcove where they kept the adult movies. As always Laura did her best to fit in. She picked up items turned them over and pretended to be interested. She had felt the blood rush to her cheeks as quickly replaced the dvd back onto the shelves. Laura innocently picked up the lubricant drawn in by words warming. When she realised the effect it might have she had slowly dropped it into her pocket. The security guard waited by the doors for her. A tall man with a shaved head. Laura had never been caught stealing before, even though most days she went out with that very intent.
Perhaps the fall is
like Alice’s hole,
lined with trinklets,
jars of memories, speckled
stars of hope,
freckled fragments of
And storms, of course storms.
Hazardous hailstorms of despair raining down upon
Queen of tarts,
of tarts and hearts
and perhaps the
odd King hiding in the
recesses of time.
Maybe, falling in love is
like the mad Hatters tea party, chipped china,
forever there, forever gone,
always coming and
For, there is always time for tea, always a tomorrow,
good and bad,
It’s a given,
a promise of a brighter
day, a loving embrace within
the sweet liquid nectar.
And yes, there will be
mouldy bread, curdled milk,
Flies of destruction.
There will be sugar
thieves and odd concoctions,
but there will always be
another tea party.
Yes, perhaps falling
in love is just like
Your essence lays deep within my core,
my mind unquenched it begs me for more,
My spirit, chaotic has never felt so sure,
Of all our choices, I’m thinking all fours.
My skin searches always your touch
cheeks yearning for your crimson blush
An intense need that roams without rush,
A slave to desire and the erotic rush.
My eyes wander other realms to need,
to ponder the evolution of master’s feed,
to secure the taste essence of seed,
To taste liberation to be free.
I find you again at the core of my mind,
dark evolution, my wrists you do bind,
Kisses so soft, touch. . .of a kind,
this here lust that does burn,
Is yours and is mine.
It is yours and it is mine.
The whispers of need as
two souls entwine.