Indian Mom In Hotel Room
It led off from the main road into a winding series of playgrounds and parking lots. It was a weekday, and there weren’t many people out, an older couple playing tennis, a few mothers with toddlers at a contoured sandbox. They parked and got out. It was a beautiful day, the air moved but it wasn’t windy, and the sun was warm but not hot. It was gorgeous, perfect, lovely weather. Carrie wandered slowly away from him into a large open field. It had been dry, and the town hadn’t mowed. The grass was short, but isolated tall weeds stuck up and flowered in places. Bees and insects wandered around. A tree line at the far end of the field signaled the creek. The park was old, named after some founding father, and a few remnants of WPA projects gave the place an atmosphere of small-town character. He put his hands in his pockets and wandered towards the creek, letting Carrie stroll by herself in the field, basking in the sun. He heard a muffled ‘pock’ sound, he flinched and turned. A hairy. He liked looking at the creature.Something about it stirred feelings. Feelings he had not felt, not remembered, in a lifetime of lifetimes. The creature rose. Now he saw its legs, shapely, muscular. Its feet were gripping the outcroppings on the wall, toes slipping into cracks. He could see the entire creature before him, light form contrasting with dark stone.Was it ... female?Female. The word, the concept, arose from the depths of his mind. He knew females. Had known females. Females were ... different from him. Yes. Looking, he could see those differences. There was a softness with the strength, a gracefulness. A beauty..."Come on ... mother fucker ... gah!" One hand searched for a new ledge to hold. The creature, the female, shifted its weight, all three limbs trembling as the fourth waved itself along the wall. Her voice rose. "No, no, NO!"She fell.The creature splashed into the water, the sound as loud as her scream. The waves forced him back, towards the far wall. He did not.
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