by Many Feathers
I just wanted to know more. Was she married when this occurred? How long had they been having this tryst?
Alright, once it got to the deathbed part, I realized there was no rational explanation for it being his most memorable and apparently last love. And it being a cheat? And, while you can go nearly eternally describing something, it has to, in my book, go in some direction. A wake from a hungover state after consuming psychoactive drugs can be interesting if it's making progress to gaining sense...otherwise it's a psychonaut blog. This stayed a bit too long; it could have used a chop happy editor's hand.
this is not a story. its an eternal poem. i believe this deserves to be read by all who study english literature as graduates.
dying with a smile,if thats not a happy ending then i dont know what is .i hope, i am lucky enough.(well we can only hope)
Very well written, not just about two people fucking..as many stories are now days. I found your descriptions beautiful.
But after reading it, all I could think about was how you spelled MIchaelangelo was to words and not one, and Sistine Chapek improperly. You made this beautiful comparison, and then killed it for me. USA