wild is the wind
What is there left to say?
I write all the time in my mind, some of it makes it to paper, some to this shitty laptop I’m using and sometimes it makes it to the internet. But I am always writing, the internal monologue never stops.
These days I’m a bit hesitant about the reality of what I post and from where. Blame the man. And the woman. And the other genders involved. There were many. I assure you.
SO here is a story.
The truth is stranger than fiction, so they say…or is there some truth in fiction?
One morning I decided to go for a walk. Not just any morning. This was a cold and rainy morning, thick heavy clouds rolled in from the East and brought with it big gusts of wind.
Something strange was in the air. I decided to visit some cliffs nearby, in order to get to the cliffs you have to cross a golf course and of course whilst crossing the course all I could think about was making love in the huge expanse of grass, perhaps the sprinklers turn on at night, and the stars…oh the stars. Sex outside is nice, sex with the wind is nicer and the possibility that someone may be watching is even more provoking.
When I get to the cliffs I watch a sea hawk dive and fly back to one of its roosting spots. Then I notice something else…
What appears to be a girl walking towards the edge of the cliff.
She stops. Then she begins to remove her jacket.
I pull out my camera and start taking photos…
She takes off her top and her shorts. Then she stands on the edge, completely naked.
Then I say, fuck it and decide to talk to her…
I climb to the top of the rocks where she’s standing and by the time I make it up there she’s dancing…with a long red scarf…
Damn…a riddle…I hate riddles I tell her…
That is alright, lets play another game, she says laughing…
She lets go of the red scarf and it floats into the wind and down towards the sea…
She stands there completely nude before me and giggles and then walks towards the edge of the cliff, sits down with her feet dangling off the edge…
What am I? She asks before jumping off the edge. I run to see where she may have gone, but there is nothing apart from big blue waves crashing against the rocks.
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