Tag Archives: Brigita Orel

Her Only Fruit

His hand slithers across her flat abdomen and stops on her left hip. She only lets it stay there for a second or two before she swats it away, but it’s enough for sweat to break out on both their … Continue reading

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Forever

He watches her close the drawers by leaning her entire flimsy weight on them, her arms are too weak to do the job alone. Large earrings dangle from under the silk scarf on her head covering the downy growth. She … Continue reading

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New dimensions

The sign read I EXCHANGE HOLIDAY SPIRIT FOR NEW PARKA! She held it with such radiance you didn’t even notice her scuffed shoes and the ratty sweater or her freezing nose she disguised with the warmth of her smile. You … Continue reading

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Thick shades

The leopard thinks he’s unnoticed in the tall grass But the gazelle has spied his swinging movements, His tense body throwing a long shadow That stalks her as she drinks at the watering hole, Her tongue tingling with satisfaction and … Continue reading

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