An Innocent Fantasy

Dusk


“Good evening, Bear,” her voice breathes upon the night air, and for an instant I am convinced I am yet asleep.

Looking into her moonlit eyes, no answer comes as I drown in the memory of myriad imagined encounters exactly like this one, at the turn of a corner. Does she know…?

Her lips are soft and warm against mine, and though I cannot account for her sudden closeness, the thought is fleeting in this strange drunkenness. It is only by chance that my passion-blind vision catches the less than innocent fire in her eyes; but I am already lost…


The End