Valentine
“His back, arms, neck—everything ached as though in a vise.
Maria would be pleased to at last be right about something.
Her image swirled in his partial consciousness, and brought with it the olfactory hallucination of spring flowers swaying in the breeze, the auditory fantasy of her whispering his name in passionate desire as he took her in a bright field of soft grass. Her innocent, creamy skin pressed against his, cool like wet silk. That she wanted him meant that he was purged of all his pas...t misdeeds, cleansed of his sins, made whole and honorable. Valentine. Valentine. Val— “—entine!” The screeching was not at all like her voice in his dream. It was rather unpleasant, and he wished to remain in the springtime field with the naked Maria, the loving Maria, the quiet Maria . . .
Her palm was indeed cool, but the fantasy effect was largely lost as she slapped his cheek soundly. He struggled to raise his head.
She slapped him again.
“That was no necessary, mi amor,” he slurred.MoreLess
Maria would be pleased to at last be right about something.
Her image swirled in his partial consciousness, and brought with it the olfactory hallucination of spring flowers swaying in the breeze, the auditory fantasy of her whispering his name in passionate desire as he took her in a bright field of soft grass. Her innocent, creamy skin pressed against his, cool like wet silk. That she wanted him meant that he was purged of all his pas...t misdeeds, cleansed of his sins, made whole and honorable. Valentine. Valentine. Val— “—entine!” The screeching was not at all like her voice in his dream. It was rather unpleasant, and he wished to remain in the springtime field with the naked Maria, the loving Maria, the quiet Maria . . .
Her palm was indeed cool, but the fantasy effect was largely lost as she slapped his cheek soundly. He struggled to raise his head.
She slapped him again.
“That was no necessary, mi amor,” he slurred.MoreLess
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