Naked, he dragged me on the pearly white carpet and pushed me into the nearest closet. My head was pounding, I felt a warm drop of blood on my temple. I started to push him with my small fists pasting his chest. His breathing got heavier while he was watching this fearless little girl. I looked up into his ebony eyes and saw he could’nt care less.
Mon coeur battait la chambarde. Je me revis à seize ans, les cheveux soyeux sortant d’une mise en plis. Un brushing digne des Champs Élysées. Mes boucles souples tombèrent lourdement sur mes épaules. Le lourd rideau sombre cacha le côté droit de ma mâchoire, exposant mon autre joue au monde réel. J’arrivai devant la maison aux pignons verts me rappelant un été à l’île- du- Prince-Édouard.
“i suppose you think i’m very brazen. Or très fou. Or something” “Not at all” he said. She seemed disappointed. “Yes, you do. Everybody does. I don’t mind. It’s useful.” – Breakfast at Tiffany’s Truman Capote My spine shivers, anxious to see his grin again. I remember his musical hands on my flesh. My laughter […]