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BrocoliFlower
(The Making of Charley Stevonsen)
CHAPTER ZERO
Metofeaz Litigatti watches her as she lifts up her skirt.With her other hand she clasps her hair into a fist. She turns her head, so she may see himas he moves in close to her.Litigatti inhales her perfume and inevitably her breathtaking scent, making him smile.He shuts his eyes. When he reopens them, he finds her still standing there, her head held back, the moonlight encasing her in wonderment—a silhouette fabulously presented for him to touch.He runs an eye up and along her neck to the place he would love to smother next, and hefinds her lips again. He pulls back for a moment so he may see her entire face, and hefeels their smiles match; so much so, he places his mouth over hers…His arm around her neck is as alarming as it is exhilarating for the young woman. Hisother arm, the one scarred, holds her to him as his hand covers her shaven place fromopen air.Down on the street, New Orleans is feverish. Through the open window enters the soundsof Mardi Gras; its Cajun music mingled with voices is syncopated by his and her rhythm,as they find reason for having met…He attempts to exhume some sort of state of mind that will allow him to stand on his owntwo feet, by placing his right arm against the wall. But the girl wants it to be around her.He meshes his face through her hair and into a safe feeling place in her neck. “What’syour name?” he asks.“Rocol.”She moves away from him so she can see him. “But friends call me Récene, which isincidentally my last name.”Metofeaz takes the bottle from the ledge and offers it to Rocol. She takes it and smiles;without taking her eyes off him, she takes a swig from it.Feeaz takes the drink from her, choosing to look down at the bottle as he casts a hook outinto the still bubbling ocean of mystery. “So are you some sort of royalty?”
© John Reyer Afamasaga
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