The immaculate - 10

We had been neighbors for three years yet had hardly spoken to each other. After that, she had gone far off with her husband, and only later did we meet a couple of times by chance. The two of us - at an esplanade, the cinema-house, the mall. Today we happened to meet in front of the hairdresser’s, so close to the taste of roses, the smell of lavender and still-virgin touch. Everything was left unsaid, in a kind of suspended relief, an indescribable joy. Our encounters were a breed of temptation and confession, with definite risk crossing between our eyes. A risk with no name. A mutinous torrent looking for a name; and looking for itself.

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(to be continued)