Fiction: Sheena Bits #2

Samantha Sydney

by Sheena Silva

Here, spinning slowly and swaying along with the sound of what I pretended to be music, holding her waist closer and stronger to me with each rhythmic new step towards the future we make together, life almost feels essential.  Caused by our sudden movements, her sweet but frightening smell lingers about, grasping me in a fantasy world that mother never once read to me about when tucking me in as a child.  But now I long to hear the story.

Lights are flashing from every direction, making me as blind as her beauty never hesitates to do, creating a more rainbow-colored scene.  Leaning her head on my shoulder as if it were her own cotton pillow, she begins to whisper pure nothings in my ear, healing it from all that was before unexpectedly and undesirably heard.

As time flies, our dance is becoming more fused, and soon enough we are complimenting each other like colors; filling the room with not only our moves but our presence; attracting not only ourselves but others around us.  I am feeling their starving eyes piercing my back, ad I am hearing their raw, vicious thoughts and opinions in between her genuine and kind whispers.

I don't want to let go, I think.  Why can't we be treated the same?  Could two girls together intimately ever give off the impression they were normal?

Then suddenly she grabs my tear-splashed face, and, as if being able to hear my thoughts, she holds on tighter.  Promising, with her hands alone, that we are going to be together--no matter what mind-crushing obstacles we face.