Saturday, 17 March 2012

Blindfold


The car journey at night through
soft suburbia would have been
uneventful except for the
blindfold, the strong
insistence of his hand guiding her
up steps, the smells of a
new house, the silent existence of
others, the unspoken desire for her to
kneel, open her mouth and
wait.

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