An erotic short story. 4100 words.

An escape in one's own fantasy and small betrayals of necessity.

Excerpts:

"We used to pretend to ignore them. And really we devoured their words, heard in small fragments. Pieces of their lives getting mixed together, only intelligible if you no longer tried to organize them into coherent threads of time. It was like walking through a field of wildflowers in springtime with your eyes closed, to better smell the aromas and pollens swirling in the invisible eddies of air."

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"I can remember my pulse quickening when he pulled his chair close to mine, my blood flowing through me like an express train. The flashes of desire that I felt, like the ocean's summer phosphorescence on a warm night, fleeting points of light in watery space."

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"I wonder how my husband would react if he saw me like this...."

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