plantations origins by Stella Samiotou Fitzsimons

Author:Stella Samiotou Fitzsimons [Fitzsimons, Stella Samiotou]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Butterfly Electric Press
Published: 2018-07-14T04:00:00+00:00

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I scuttled through the forest, searching. I wasn’t lost, not in a geographic sense. The more I felt at home with the humans, the more guilt I began to feel. Every free and harmonious sound in the trees whispered to me about secrets. Secrets of my past, secrets of who I was and what was hidden in my blood.

And then she was there, naked above the waist. Her long brown hair shielded her breasts from view. Her skin glistened with tiny beads of water.

She possessed no shame or insecurity. She was pure and savage, beautiful in ways that can only exist in the wild.

“You’re here,” Faith said.

I remembered Whitman. And your very flesh shall become a great poem.

“Eric,” she said, becoming unsure.

“Yes,” I said dumbly.

“Did you want something?”

I suddenly was aware I was staring. I dropped my eyes. “Sorry,” I said.

“You are as bad as the worst,” she said, also remembering Whitman.

“I… didn’t--”

“It’s okay, man. I know you’re curious,” she said.

I hesitated, but then she ran past me and pounced like a leopard.

My heart leapt into my throat. I spun around. Faith crouched. All I could see was her slight, delicate back and the flash of a blade. As quick as a demon, she drove her knife into the head of a hissing snake.

“Diamondback,” she said, as if that settled everything. She picked up a handful of leaves to clean the bloodied knife.

“Crossing your path is a dangerous thing,” I said.

“Not if your intentions are good.”

“Is that why I’m still alive?”

“I suppose,” she said. “As for this snake, he was up to no good.”

“Snakes get that way,” I said.

“Not this one, not no more.” Her mood turned dark, almost sad.

“I appreciate you handling that, Faith.”

She nodded. “You’re thinking of running away.”

“What? No. I’m right where I want to be.”

She locked her eyes on mine. “I’ve been watching you.”

Hope coursed through my blood like sugar. “You have?”

“When you live in the woods, you watch everything,” she said. “You’re the most restless creature out here. I think there’s some place you’d rather be.”

“This is the place I want to be,” I assured her.

“Okay, then maybe you’re one of those people who has to prove something or save the world.”

I leaned forward and pressed my palms against the tree behind her. Faith stood now between my arms. “Do you know the subtle, electric fire that for your sake plays within me,” I whispered.

She gasped. “Now you’re quoting Whitman? We’ve created a monster.”

Before I could respond, she rose onto her tiptoes and kissed me. Her lips were chapped, but sweet like blossom honey. I kissed her back, wrapping my arms around her small waist. Our tongues met hungrily, shedding all past sins and transgressions in what felt like a glorious renewal.

We kissed again and again, only stopping to take in much needed air. I relaxed for the first time in years, allowing my body and soul to enter a state of blissful abandonment.

“Anyone there?”

It was Richard calling, one of the leaders of our group.

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