#43 – Beneath

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I can see you looking across.  I can see your gentle smile: the old friend reflected in your gaze.

Your wave is warm and genuine.  It isn’t I who waves back.

No.  That hand is the hand of a coward.

While he waves, his small-talk a dull monotone of pathetic apology, I sit here beneath.

I want you.  I want those lips that smile their pleasant greeting.  I want that waving hand buried in my hair.  I want your flesh, your breath, your need,…. your love.

He talks:  I scream.

See me,…. Please.

I need you to see me,…

(c) Tim Austin 2016

Today’s story was suggested by the staff of Halo Literary Magazine – a wonderful magazine of short fiction by female writers.  Issue 1 is due to go to press very soon – read more about it at http://halolitmag.co.uk/ and tweet them @HaloLitMag.

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