Red Or White Wine
She was perhaps twenty-five. Incredibly cute. Red hair, freckles. If I were twenty years younger, I would have fallen in love with her immediately. So it took ten minutes. I asked if it was pleasant for her to walk along the lakeside with me. We watched the ducks. They flew high above the lake, drew a loop. Then they all landed together on a flat approach. It was like a military exercise. Later I asked her if she preferred white or red wine.
Ref: I talked about the becoming and the transience of life. About the night and the stars. About New York and the customs of the Bedouins. About lightning and thunder. The hardness and shine of diamonds. She was particularly interested in becoming.
Weeks later. I jogged in the forest when I was caught up from behind. We ran for a while in silence. Then she said "Old man, but it goes faster". I pointed to the hill, she nodded. I stayed behind her. Her bottom was excellent, like a young apple on a tree. Her horse tail bounced at every step. I could smell her perfume. At the top of the hill we were completely exhausted. She asked me if I could hear her heart throb. I said no. She said I had to get closer to hear it. Later I asked her if she preferred white or red wine.
Ref: I talked about the becoming and the transience of life. About the night and the stars. About New York and the customs of the Bedouins. About lightning and thunder. The hardness and shine of diamonds. She was particularly interested in becoming.
Weeks later. I was looking for shelter from the rain. She also. I looked at the dolls in the shop window in their expensive clothes. She spoke to me. She especially likes the black belt. I nodded approvingly. Me the red gloves, I said. And the pearl chain. Yes, the pearl chain, she said. The stilettos fit well. I said I've always been interested in fashion. She said it didn't need much to look good. An umbrella would be useful now. Later I asked her if she preferred white or red wine.
Ref: I talked about the becoming and the transience of life. About the night and the stars. About New York and the customs of the Bedouins. About lightning and thunder. The hardness and shine of diamonds. She was particularly interested in becoming. I talked about the vastness of sky and sea. About the blood in our veins. About Paris, the city of love. About bombs and the explosive force of thoughts. The emergence of volcanoes and the glow of gold. She was particularly interested in becoming.