Spring has just begun. Though the weather is still cold most of the time, the
temperature can also rise rapidly when the sky is not threatened by rain
clouds. Like today that seems to offer a perfect opportunity to anyone who
wants to commit a crime, to go out and do it, then name spring as an alibi.
I
His eyes glint dangerously as he tries to talk her into taking a stroll in the
woods with him. Her adoring eyes, ever so dreamy, like crystal pools that
existed only in enchanting lands, light up in delight hiding a mischief of her
own.
II
Shadows of branches and leaves play on alabaster while he traces his finger
along the soft curve of her throat. She doesn't have much room to move for
she's already been backed up against a tree. Her eyes, partly hidden behind
curtains of lashes, betray a ripple of emotion. Then, on impulse, she pulls a
pistol from her jacket and fire while a grin attaches itself on her lips
involuntarily. Crystal streak of water courts his face like a lover, splattering
droplets of liquid all over him, and... Drat! On her too...
III
His eyes widen in disbelief, then narrow dangerously while the words he
mutters out sound too incoherent for her to understand. As he tightens his
hands on her shoulders,
she cries, "Wait! I want to punctuate what you just said."
He asks, "Oh? With what?"
She replies, "I don't know. Not with exclamation mark, that one is for
sacred words only; and period seems so final; perhaps with a question
mark? You know, it's curvy and sexy in a way."
She concludes with a laugh.
He, of course, promptly punctuates her laugh with a kiss that's punctuated
by a sigh that's punctuated by exclamation mark (a sigh is sacred, is it not?).
The end
© 04/28/01
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