By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
For B.
They keep their
distance. As if by some unspoken mutual agreement, maintaining a safe
separation; knowing they are two chemicals that when combined would react
violently; building heat until annihilation. They trade surreptitious glances;
looking away, not to appear reluctant, but fearing others might recognize the
burning desire in their gaze; leading to a worse – more public – destruction.
They lust in painful silence – vainly struggling against the concupiscent
gravity pulling them together; hungry to touch, to taste, to envelope each
other fully; wanting only to surrender to their forbidden passion; even if the
price of that fantasy would prove cataclysmic.
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