This choice: "Sure," Sarah says, and takes the selfie. • Go Back...Chapter #4"Sure," Sarah says, and takes the selfie. by: magnakumqwate   The Stranger rather likes what he's taken. "How about another for the kids?"
"Sure!", Sarah says, excitedly. "Shakespeare or Sleepy Hollow?"
"'I don't mind," the Stranger laughs. Sarah smiles at this, handing your head to your body. You decide to reenact Jack Skellington's reenactment of Hamlet's classic scene. "Super original," Sarah teases.
"Only the finest theater for the King of Halloween!" you imperiously retort. Sarah brushes off with a snooty guffaw. "What does that even mean?" she laughs.
The Stranger, in a moment of realization, stands dead still. "Hey, how do you get the head to talk, little lady?" Sarah is dead quiet.
"It's, uh," you mumble, "an uh, it's a speaker! H- we synced it up to my lips, see?" You opened up your hoodie jacket and showed your black shirt to the Stranger. "This is the screen I use to see and breathe," you point out. The Stranger nods his head, more wide eyed than before.
"Dang, girl, you really got a talent."
"Oh it's not all her," you smirk, "The synced mic was my idea." Sarah, out of view of the Stranger, rolls her eyes at your wit.
"Still," the Stranger says, close to dumbstruck, "Awesome work, you two, just the best." He looks down to his phone and checks the time. You can almost sense a sweat bead popping. "Alright, I gotta go, see you two later!"
"Bye," you both wave, as the Stranger jogs away, waving behind him.
You motion your free hand to Sarah, who holds it. She squeezes your hand tight and brings herself close. You can only look straight ahead, trying to be as calm and still looking as possible. Though your head's not attached to your body, you can feel your heart lumping up your throat, into your ears. Every step you take trembles with adrenaline... until you realize it's actually Sarah laughing her ass off, without a sound.
"Holy crap! Ahahaha, holy-y-y crap that was something else," she manages to speak. Looking up to her, you can see her eyes red with tears. She brushes her free hand up your bicep and leans her head on your shoulder.
"You were amazing, baby," you tell her, as you turn your head to kiss her. When you pause to wonder why she hasn't kissed you back yet, you're weirdly reminded that you're not on your own shoulders anymore. Sarah, covering her lips, laughs at you air kissing your crotch.
"Bring it here," she motions with her free hand. You let go of her hand and hand your... head over to her. "Heavier than I remember," she says as she brings you up to her face. She pecks you on the cheek.
"You were holding me just a minute ago," you remind her as she turns you to face her. At that she holds you like a football and gives you a noogie. "Okay okay, I won't be a dick!" Her point made, she holds you against her hip, like she would a basketball. Her muscles roll against your teeth and cheekbones. She tries to say something, deep in thought apparently. Then she says:
"You wanna try again?"
"You mean putting me back on?"
"That too." She looks down to you. "It might be weird of me to say, but seeing how... weird can actually be a good thing, it got me thinking about my body, my clothing." You remain quiet as she continues her thought. "I mean, I was dressing like this to please you. But we never really knew each other that well to begin with."
You ponder her words as you look from where you're positioned, to the neighborhood around you. "I guess."
"Really, though," she asserts. "If I'm being honest here, we're really just in it for the sex." Her truth hits you. "We're just... objects to each other, like how the Stranger saw you. Curious, pretty objects." You try and say something.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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