By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
For M.
We know each
other, now, only “on-line;” trading “Likes;” sharing memes, and the occasional
message to say “hi.” But, when she posted a tweet joking about her pale skin,
my memory took me back more than 25 years; to a tiny kitchen filled with bright
moonlight; her naked body luminescent in the beams flooding through the window:
glowing like some ethereal being caught, if only briefly, in an unworthy mortal’s
sight. I recall the warmth of her flesh – an almost incandescent heat – when we
touched, and the regret of a moment that can never be recaptured… except in my
mind.
