Thursday, November 12, 2020

The Floor (a short story)

As soon as he saw her he knew he wanted to see more of her. 
Not much later he joined the poets' collective that she was a member of 
and during meetings he would make sure to be sitting opposite her for the best view.

Sitting next to her was rather sweet as well for then he could smell the scent of her hair. 

Of that of her sweat on the nights she had been to the gym 
and had not taken the time to shower first.

He did not need words to describe his feelings for her, others could do that.

Within a year he shared a Paris hotel room with her. Where he awoke on the floor.

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