Without Us

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Holding her in my arms, she pawed my face as the hum of life on the other side of the veil grew steadily louder. It wouldn’t be long now, and yet our dance showed no sign of diminishing.

“Do you think we’ll still be dancing when time catches up with us?” she asked as if thinking out loud.

Her eyes couldn’t have shone any brighter.

“Does it matter? That we have each other is the only thing that concerns me.”

“Always a flirt,” she said with a twitch of her nose.

“It’s true” I replied.

“But what happens when reality comes back? Do you think things will work out?”

Spinning in circles, we were directly beneath the gaze of the Ferris wheel and the bony moon that hung in the sky beyond.

“Of course they will,” I said, “and shall I tell you why?”

“Go on,” she grinned.

“They’ll work out because, without us, life would be nothing but ordinary. Together, we have enough magic to pull the stars from the sky. If we wanted, we could open any door; travel wherever we wish, and change into whatever form takes our fancy. Why should we fear what the world has in store for us when, without us in it, life would lose its meaning quicker than a tree sheds its leaves during a storm?”

Digging her fingers into me as I waved my arms as if performing a magic trick, she raised her face to mine.

“The words you speak reach me like no other. They did back then, and they do so even more now.”

Brushing my nose against her forehead, I span her around so that the light of Ferris wheel illuminated every inch of her dress.

“The words I have to give are born from the love you put inside of me. Without it, I’d be nothing but cigarettes and dust.”

A sudden gust of wind whipped about us. Letting go of me, she turned in circles and shone her light upon the animals. Crying out, they moved as if on the verge of hysteria.

“I think I’d like you to kiss me now,” she said with a purr.

Taking a step towards her, I eyed her with a cheeky grin to match her own.

“Are you sure?”

With a look as wild as any you could ever dream of being on the receiving end of, she pulled me in and held me where she wanted.

“Like you have to ask?”

A Journal for Damned Lovers UK

A Journal for Damned Lovers US

Anthology UK / Anthology US

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