The man with the buttoned shirt ran his fingers over the fabric covering the woman’s hip;
lifting it to expose the protruding bone underneath.
As he bit it gently, she felt her body shiver and motioned for him to stand she could see him fully.
As he rose from his knees, she looked him in the eye, fingering the buttons on his shirt skilfully; manoeuvring her hands over them and undoing them.
One by one.
She left the last two buttons alone, as the man swept her hair to the side, exposing her neck and kissing it gently, tasting sui dreams and feeding intoxication, all at exactly the same time.
The racks on the wall were wooden and adorned with glass vials.
Some racks were full.
And some racks were empty.
And one rack was isolated.
On it’s own.
With a glass cover.
With words on the front the woman could read from where she was currently sitting.
“In case of emergency break glass.”
The woman sat at the heavy desk in the basement,
looking at the marks etched into the furniture,
and thinking about what the man had said.
She turned her attention to the glass cabinet and found herself contemplating it’s contents.
On the left were clear glass bottles.
Adorned with pretty labels to entice the viewer to pick them up.
On the right was a ceramic vase looking thing.
With single use syringes in pristine packaging assuring the user of sterility.
And on the desk next to her lay a stretch elastic tourniquet; which she gathered had been put there to use with the glass vials and single use syringes.
The woman sat at the desk, looking at the blank page before her, thinking of what the man said.
After 11 minutes of nothingness, she pushed her chair back from the desk and walked over to look at the pretty labels in the cabinet and read them out loud to herself.
There were 5 rows of bottles and she wondered if they had any significance of the order they were placed in:
- Aesthetic Appreciation
- Empathetic pain
- Sexual desire
AS she thought about the contents, she noted a clipboard hanging on the side of the cabinet out of view and lifted it off the metal hook, wondering why someone would take the time to write down such things and credit them to Aristotle.
- Anger, opposite calmness (not feeling excited)
- Friendship, is where people have a bond of joy and will come together and have fun
- Fear, opposite courage (having courage in the face of fear)
- Shame, opposite confidence (shame: how one feels about one’s past bad actions or thoughts; shamelessness: one does not feel shame, but others think one should)
- Kindness (benevolence), opposite cruelty (kindness: when people are good to other people)
- Pity (when people feel sorry for other people)
- Indignation (feeling angry because something is not fair, such as undeserved bad fortune)
- Envy, jealous (pain when people have something that one wishes for oneself)
- Love, a strong emotion of attachment one feels for someone else. Ranges to family, pets, friends, significant others or fictional characters.
“You. Need. To. Come. To. Me.”
The woman stood chewing the right hand side of her bottom lip, sensing fear and excitement at exactly the same time.
“Tell me something…” said the cause of fear.
“Do you think I haven’t seen it all before?
Do you think what you have is special?
That it’s valuable or it’s precious, or should be kept locked away and only brought out on special occasions?”
The woman kept biting her lip.
“Because I can tell you this….
What you have?
It’s not special in the way you think.
You want special my love?
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you.
You need to go where angels fear to tread.
You need to go where the poets before you stripped their souls and lay naked and exposed for the world to rip them to pieces.
You need to find the fire.
And walk right in to it.
Then sit there for eternity and
And only then my love.
That is when what you have will become special.
Until then, all you are doing is dancing along the edge of fear.
And we’ve all seen that plenty of times before.