He Crumbled More When She Sent The Police
She was watching him and every breath he took
His eyes were squeezed shut and stayed that way as the sin poured from his hands.
The red stains of shame would be washed away in due time. Not yet. This was a special occasion, and every minute would count. After all, it was his birthday.
He relished relying on his other senses. And this milestone, his final curtain call of sorts, would be burned in his brain to revisit when needed. Smells and sounds were vital to memorialize this day with accuracy. He would ensure that he could authentically immerse himself later when he chose to revisit this very moment.
All five senses needed to be in play.
He stood very still with his palms facing up, fingers cupped and yet splayed.
The warmth of his conquest was running through his fingers, yet seeping slowly. The thickness and oily texture made faint plinking sounds as the heavy droplets came to rest on the tile. He breathed in the iron smells that permeated his surroundings and clung to his hair.
One large gulp of air, and he was ready. Like drawing Roman shades, his eyes slowly opened.
The once barren all-white kitchen looked like a war zone.
