by K D Grace
She looks up at Sammy, past her breasts past her mouth and into her blue eyes which now shine. Sammy is staring at her, the tip of her tongue on the full bottom lip.
‘Wait,’ she instructs, and the officer pauses in his rhythm.
She takes him down on to the popcorn flecked floor, her legs spreading apart and encasing him beneath her as if she never wants to let him go, or this moment of pure reality.
Sammy’s head turns, eyes ablaze with desire, and she looks over her shoulder. She knows what to do, maybe it is the knowledge that all ghosts have, but with what feels like a spiral through space, in a tunnel both a nanometre wide and the width of the universe, she passes into Sammy. She becomes Sammy.
She can feel the beat of her heart, thundering in her breast, rising so sweet and full of life. She can feel his hardness inside her drifting in and out, teasing and more than anything she can feel the fire in her belly, the heat rising.
Like a bomb must feel when released from a payload door, she becomes for the moment weightless. No knowledge of direction or dimension. She is a singularity burning brighter than all of the suns in the universe before …
She explodes and the world rushes in seemingly thunderous and confusing. Somewhere a man is talking through a speaker; there is the rustle of popcorn, the smell of cigarettes. She relaxes breathing heavily.
The officer whips sweat from his brow and puts a finger to his lips. They both smile.
That is when the siren begins to howl somewhere out in the night.
The officer sits up, looking confused.
‘That’s us,’ he says, and takes his jacket back. He kisses her tenderly on the forehead and leaves with a number of other gentlemen.
‘Come back to me,’ she whispers.
It is night again and the stars have begun their celestial dance. Below, here on earth, a woman remembers lost loves, she remembers ghosts, she wanders in the dark...
‘Ghosts,’ she whispers unheard.
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