this is the beginning of a series of short stories in which i'm experimenting with a new style. i've tried to write them so that you, dear reader, feel you are a part of the adventure. each story will stand on its own but there is a narrative flow.
the use of lowercase throughout is a stylistic tilt of the hat to my favourite poet, e. e. cummings so please don't go blaming gari, angel and jen, my gorgeous proofreaders.
for this series there is only one muse, and she is, of course, laura.
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i awoke with a start, feeling a cool wind blowing over my skin and the feeling of soft sand under me and the sound of crashing waves nearby. i opened my eyes and saw that i was lying, curled up, on a beach. i had gone to bed as normal the night before so my immediate assumption was that this was some sort of lucid dream.
i stood up, testing my surroundings. everything seemed real enough but how did i get here?
i looked out at the sea. it was perhaps half a mile away. if this was a dream, i decided, it was a beautiful dream and i should just enjoy it.
turning around i saw a large wooden beach hut only twenty feet behind me. the door was open and, as i looked, you walked out, as naked as me. i took in your beauty, feasting with my eyes. i saw your eyes locked onto mine.
"laura?"
"anna?"
we rushed into each other's arms and kissed, our lips devouring each other, our tongues caressing, our hands drawing each other as close as was physically possible, our breasts pressed together.
you broke away for a moment.
you raised an eyebrow, "how?"
"i don't know. i don't care. we're here." i paused for a moment. "is there a bed in there?"