A Canopy of Stars

She woke under a canopy of stars, each one blinking with as much surprise as she. Her hand touched the soft grass beneath her, a breeze caressed her face as it raced across the meadow. She sat up letting her eyes adjust to the dark. The moon was full and the sky clear. She was in a meadow surrounded by trees. It was as if mother nature had built a castle just for her. She heard some rustling now and then as small rabbits or frightened mice moved through the grass.

She looked down at herself and could barely make out a floral house coat. Not a robe but something more substantial. Her hair was dark in the moonlight and her hands seemed so much younger than she remembered. A noise across the meadow made her look up and a large stag broke through the treeline. He was huge and muscular. His crown of bone as long as he was tall. He was magnificent and she felt a tear roll down her cheek.
She stood up slowly. She didn’t want to spook the grand king of this wood. As she did the King moved toward her. He raced quickly from the wood to her in seconds, stopping five feet from her. She saw into his black eyes. They seemed as clear as the purest crystal. She kept still slowly reaching out her hand. To her surprise the King knelt before her and let her touch his proud nose. Her smile was a big as the swelling in her heart as she heard a soft voice somewhere far away.

In the white room the machines beeped and growled. Wires winding across the tiled floor to the single bed. Sitting on the bed was a young girl, no more than seven. She clutched onto a piece of paper that she held up to show the woman lying still beneath her.

“And see Nana. It’s so beautiful here and the King comes to say hi. He is a good King…so gentle. He will let you pat him and you won’t hurt anymore. I love you Nana.”

The girl lay back against the woman, still holding up the picture of a meadow, under stars, with the King standing proud.

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Window Lady.

Some secrets were best left unsaid. He knew this as he watched her through the slit in the curtain. It was cold out but he was warm as he watched her in her bedroom. He came here most nights, to watch her getting comfortable after a long day at her work.

He was happy she got home when the light was gone, easier to hide in the dark of the yard. He didn’t remember how he had found her. It wasn’t as if he had been looking to become this voyeur, but something caught him, something in her eyes that made him follow her so long ago. He had never spoken to her, he always just watched. He imagined himself in that room sometimes. Imagined having a life with her.

Of course right now he was more focused on her getting ready for bed. She always went to her room 30 minutes after she got home. Just enough time for him to get himself over to the window. She walked into the room still in her black skirt and white blouse. The skirt was one of her favourites, he thought of a life where he had helped pick it out. The blouse was silky and already unbuttoned to her naval. Her bra was white lace, hooked in the front.

God he felt guilty sometimes just watching.As was her routine, she unzipped the skirt from the side, slowly untucking her blouse. The blouse was just long enough to appear as a very short dress as the skirt fell to the floor. She never wore pantyhose or tights, just her bare skin. Now her legs looked as soft as anything he had ever seen and he marvelled at the pale magnificence that stood about 8 feet from him.

Through the glass he saw her stretch, the blouse raising slightly, just enough to see the black panties beneath. He was already excited by this, already feeling himself enjoying the view. Part of it was the thrill, he knew this. What he did was wrong and illegal. It added to the danger. Maybe he should stop while he could, maybe he should just go back to his own wife.

No he couldn’t do that, not while this was always waiting. He stared at her as she finished unbuttoning the blouse. She slowly let it cascade over her shoulders. She turned from him as it fell to the floor revealing her ass in one of her black thongs. She bent over as she stretched, her ass taught and round. He let his own hand fall, as she arched her back seductively.

She straightened out and turned to face the window. He already knew she couldn’t see him, he tested this himself one night. He leaned closer, almost close enough for his breath to fog his side. She reached up to her bra and unhooked the front. Her breasts exposed to him. They were not big, but they were perfect to him. The nipples round and perfectly positioned. She reached up to rub them, relaxing after a day in that bra.

To him she was rubbing them for him. He could feel himself pushing against the material of his track pants. She turned from the window and walked to a door at the other end of the bedroom. She walked in and closed the door. End of the show he guessed. He slowly turned away from the window and quietly headed home.

As he reached the door he still felt himself hard and longing dearly for the window. He opened the door and walked in, hearing his wife move around. So he followed the sound to their room. They had some hard times recently, but he really felt that his window girl had been helping. Hell he was so hard, that was one of the problems. He walked into the room and saw the mess. He wished she would pick up after herself. He reached down and picked up his wife’s black skirt as she opened the door of the bathroom just in black panties.

“Hey hon, long day for me. How was your run.”

“Fuck the run, come over here.”

Yeah the window lady helped.

Tell Me…

Tell me a secret,

One that would scare,

Something horrible,

You never would share.

Tell me a lie,

To make me feel worse,

Some evil tantrum,

About an evil curse.

Tell me a story,

That’s too long to end,

Leave me listening,

Like an old, lost friend.

Tell me the truth,

Define the ills of man,

I will listen without judgement,

For as long as I can.

If you can’t do it,

I won’t get too mad,

Most tend to wander,

Forgetting what they had.

Let me tell you something,

Something lost in time,

I am stuck here forever,

For one simple crime.

 

Marooned.

I watched her, as she splashed in the waves. Sand clung to her pale skin, her nose red with the colour of a bit too much sun. She smiled as wide as the ocean she was in and I had to sigh over the beauty of this moment.

I ran to her, picking her up in my arms and we danced to the music of surf and laughter. We visited this place so many times. It was our place, secluded and beautiful. We could imagine ourselves marooned on a deserted island. We slept in a hut on the beach, it was as heaven should be.

We made love under a sky filled with stars. As always our bodies just fit. We were more than husband, more than wife, we were lovers. It was as it always was, it was as if we never lived our years, never grew older with each other. I felt my heart skip as her skin touched mine. If I could cry joy, I would cry a river.

“Happy anniversary love,” she whispered.

“Yes darling, 55 years in a blink of an eye,” I sighed.

.

ending…in the light of a broken blind…

and I heard her,

in the morning of the end,

the light through a broken blind,

the sun in my eyes,

the sting of the day,

her hip against mine,

a touch without thought,

it mattered.

her face,

turned to mine,

eyes closed,

soft noises of sleep,

without the harsh light in in her eyes,

perfect,

in ways I could never say,

my hand on her cheek,

but I couldn’t feel,

her warmth was gone,

our life,

suddenly not a perfect grin,

my breath,

silent to this new day,

my body still,

but my heart remains,

my voice strained,

to just say one more time,

I love you,

and i am so sorry,

I never wanted to leave,

to go,

my darling…my darling…

I died.