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He came to me in a dream. I felt his spirit hover above my naked body, moving languorously… sheathing me with a desire that burned so hot that every fiber of my body ached to respond… I kept my eyes closed knowing that I couldn’t — shouldn’t — look at him, fearing that the pleasure would abruptly end the moment that I do. He didn’t take me against my will… no… but he might as well have. I was powerless… and I wantonly gave in as his hold became stronger, his kisses more demanding… There were no words spoken and I dared not break the silence of the night. As if on cue, I spread my legs open… welcoming him… He poured the warmth of his desire in me as I writhed , my lips parted, and my breathing seemed to have ceased… I felt like I was a tiny bubble floating softly in the air… insanely happy… fragile… but inside filled with an intensity that rose higher and higher, threatening to burst… Then I did. I was blown into smithereens… infinitesimal fragments of gold and dewdrops and silvers of fire… and everything beautiful in this world… Rapture.
I awoke to find a golden egg safely tucked under my pillow. It was nothing like I have ever seen; it felt cold and heavy in my palm, with a luster bright enough to blind me… It was a gift… and I dared not sell it. Not even as my barrels went dry and I was left with nothing but a piece of stale bread. There had been many more presents from him that I discovered every morning. And I held on to them dearly for they were the only pieces of proof that he had been here the night before. Then there was that one night… the last one that we were to share. He revealed himself to me in full splendor and I shielded my eyes from the blinding light. My heart was filled with indescribable joy and he brought me to heights of unparalleled ecstasy. When he left, I ran after him… barefooted, with nothing but ivory sheets to maintain my modesty. Modesty… I sneered at myself. I flung myself at his feet… I wanted him to take me. But he ran his hand across my tear-stained cheek and lovingly told me that tonight, he has given me the most precious gift that he could ever give. With that, he raised his hand and I watched in awe as red, golden and blue rays carried him home. I was left there on my knees, staring at the purple, star-studded sky.
My trembling hand rests on my flat belly. The wheels of my head turning. I could feel the life inside me grow stronger with each passing moment. I live in an era where people no longer believe in gods and goddesses. Having a child out of wedlock would cause me to be stoned to death. I fear for my unborn child’s safety and for my own. From underneath the bed, I pull out the wooden chest laden with godly treasures of gold and precious stones. I study them as they look back at me, sparkling obscenely. A plan has to be made.
© 2013 K.Z. Morano
You found a really impressive angle there! The hallmark touches are there too, the superb writing, unexpected finish. Your ‘bubble’ description was beautiful, the golden egg mysterious and the as-yet unborn child clever. So well-tied to the visual. And of course the problems start now.
thanks for the awesome review! i felt like i wanna keep writing about it..but well, it’s the day after new year’s and i need sleep.lol trust it to those bastard gods to abandon their mortal women once they had their way with them ^^
Oh but they must, to enshrine the memory of the lovely evening spent!
let’s not forget though, the woman’s got gold and precious gifts….she’ll use it to create a plan somehow 🙂
Oh she will, I have no doubt!
The story works at so many levels with the pic. And in each stanza I imagined the story going in a different direction but was in for a pleasant surprise and couldn’t have expected it to end the way it did. Great job on this one!
thanks for the kind words. glad you enjoyed reading it 🙂
Very different. Very sensual! This was a great description ‘I was blown into smithereens… infinitesimal fragments of gold and dewdrops and silvers of fire’. Maybe you could continue this story one day? It has a tale to be told! 🙂 Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write.
maybe i will! thank you 🙂
You have portrayed it so beautifully. Happy NEw Year 🙂
thank you. happy new year ^^
I just feel really, really weird at the moment, and I can’t bring myself to explain. I’ll just say that I knew immediately how it was going to end. You wrote it fabulously! It’s a brave step too and I’m proud of you for taking it. Good job, Kz.
must be a greek mythology fan too, yes? i’m crazy about these gods an goddesses! ^^ thanks
That was nice and steamy! Very well written!
This is a great story… 😉
thank you 🙂
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