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Night Work
 
                               
 
The light from her office spills into the darkened halleway.
She has worked late again.
Its just the two of us now.
My chevroned tail twitches slightly as I step to the door.
I sense the dripping aroma of my own expectant willingness.
My long tongue dances across the gleam of white fangs.
I gaze at her--her head on the desk in slumber's soft repose.
Colors. So many colors of jet and ivory.
Cool, blue black. Warm, dusty white.
Ebony and Silver.
Bright and fragrent.
Soft, silky.
Fur.
In a moment, I am at her side.
My paw oh so lightly caresses velvet.
There is a tingling in the touch of her warm coat.
Her neck pulses.
A musk rises.
Her cool nose twitches
Whiskers shimmer and shiver.
Fur lies smooth for a moment before rising in rippling waves.
Fingers extend in rhythmic massage.
Then she sighs in her sleep, and slowly, I turn away.
I would if I could...
But I do not love her like that.
Not now.
I stop at the door to look back at my friend.
She is what I might have been, were it not for... my life.
But I am who I am.
I blink away an unexpected tear, and turn out the light.

Sleep well, Sabrina.
 
       
Zig Zag character 2002 Max Black Rabbit
Sabrina character 2002 Eric Schwartz

 
 

2001 by Philip J. Eggerding
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