martes, 21 de abril de 2009

The Secret Place

Nobody knew about them. It's probably just another forbidden love story, but for them it seemed like the deepest and most impossible one. They had to see each other in secret. Most of the time they met in dreams or in memories. Even when they met there, they were afraid to get caught.
This was their favorite hideout. Under wet sheets, on hot summer days, when everyone else was sleeping or watching TV to forget about the heat. They would spend hours kissing under the fresh wet sheets. By the end of the encounters, the sheets would be dry... and they liked to think it wasn't because of the sun.
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Something I wrote more than a year ago.

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