My Dinosaur Era Chapter 37
By beanzie
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jesus, I mean, I knew something was up when you came to the flat that time, I say
I’m sorry, I feel awful for keeping it from you and now awful for dumping it on you, says petula
you don’t need to feel awful about anything, I say
look, that was a lot, right, we’re on the beach, it’s sunny, shall we have a kiss and go for a swim, she says
you know what, that sounds just about perfect, I say
I strip off my tee shirt, fight my way out of my shorts
petula unties her halter neck, lets it drop to the sand
underneath is a plain black bikini, patrycja’s most likely
she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me
not like before, not the lightness of the plaza nueva
it has force, strength, like being hit by a wave
my legs tense to take her force
she pulls away, runs into the sea
I follow, big strides to catch her up
the water is warm, clear
fish circle my feet and legs
I let myself flop into it all
my mouth still quivers from her
petula dives under the surface
emerges, takes a deep breath
bellows out over the ocean
you can’t lock me in
you can’t lock me in
dances in the water, arms above her head
I stand and watch her, admire her majesty in this moment
she takes another deep breath
fucking hell, timmy, I feel like everything is magic today, she says
she calls me timmy for the first time, patrycja’s influence
she’s in the timmy club, we’re all in it now
I wade over to her, put my hands flat across the cheeks of her face
everything is magic, I say
yes, yes, it is, she says
can I tell you something else, timmy, she says
sure, why not, I say
that night when I first came to your place, to watch jurassic park, I really thought we would fuck, it’s like what people do in these situations, right, she says
yeah, I was really tired, I say
yeah, I know, you fell asleep, but that’s not the point, the point is that you did actually want to watch jurassic park, you didn’t want to fuck me, at least that wasn’t your primary concern, she says
it is a great film, I say
it is a great film, she says
we swim around for a minute, head back to the beach
we share a towel from my rucksack
we flop onto the sand
I hope ginny finds a nice dress, says petula
I hope so too or she’ll sulk all day, I say
you and her are so funny together, she says
how do you mean, I say
I dunno, you have such a lovely relationship, at least it seems that way but it is like I can’t define it, you’re not just mates and I don’t think you are lovers, I dunno, it’s interesting, she says
maybe that’s the thing, we don’t have enough definitions, I say
how do you mean, she says
we have a limited number of templates, they mainly revolve around, are these two people fucking or not, I say
hmm, yeah, I hadn’t thought of it that way, she says
we all do it, think in this way we are used to, I say
yeah, it’s like, on the outside say, and this might be a shit example but stay with me, to the outside world, I live with jonny, he is viewed as my fella, so ergo, we must be fucking and yet, you, timmy, you are some fella I feel really close to, yet we are not fucking, she says
I think that’s not a shit example at all, I say
and like, I want to think more openly about these things but we are conditioned, right, it’s difficult sometimes, she says
how do you mean, I say
well, another shit example perhaps, I just said that we are close but we are not fucking, but then I think, oh god, maybe it’s because he just doesn’t fancy me and I had never stopped to consider that, she says
petula, I say
yes, timmy, she says
you are beautiful, I say
thank you, she says
she rolls over into me, her back against my chest
I wrap an arm around her
mmm, that feels nice, she says
she lifts up an arm and lets her hand smooth itself over my face
I close my eyes, listen to the waves
look, timmy, look
a voice comes from somewhere, a shriek
eyes open, fifty metres away, a figure
running awkwardly on the sand
look, look at me
closer, it’s ginny
encased in a leopard print sundress
faux fur shawl
obligatory jackie o shades
look, timmy, look
I’m a film star too
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