her long legs are in the air, like she is running upside down. she is lost in the passion she is experiencing as he watches her. his mouth – dry. his heart thumping in his throat. a warm feeling running through him. perhaps he has come to the wrong room. he steps back and looks at the door –it is the right room. block 480. those are her legs. noah stands there wondering whether this man moaning in coital pleasure knows this is his wife to be. he wonders if his feelings for her are real or if it is one of those things he has heard gaborone men do. old rich men. young girls. prostituted. used. bartered – money. sex. moaning. city men. his heart is choking him. confusion. hunger. thirst. he can smell himself. he feels like a bottle of locally brewed beer beside a bottle of goût de diamants. his knees can hardly support him. “oh, jacob.” then she starts moaning, the way she always did when she came for holidays in the village – after we would lay there and whisper sweet-nothings in each other’s ears while thinking of what we had just shared … a moment to be cherished. continuously. a love to be preserved. permanently.
a love i had thought we would someday narrate to our grand-children.
August 13, 2016 at 19:05
Ouch ….Betrayal of everything .
A sad story.
LikeLike
August 13, 2016 at 19:08
you pick yourself up, and you move on.
LikeLike
August 13, 2016 at 19:10
Being a person who loves a good read this perfect. Only thing is when I read it all I wish it were more. Great work very interesting
LikeLike
August 13, 2016 at 19:17
the story has several more episodes to come
LikeLiked by 1 person
August 13, 2016 at 19:20
O ok I enjoy reading good stories I like to get lost them. Like traveling to a new place you just want to enjoy every part.
LikeLike
August 13, 2016 at 19:43
very true
LikeLiked by 1 person