Lust

Lust

I sometimes sneeze when I see strangers.

I did when I saw her for the first time. We are not strangers
anymore.

My hair is thick and wiry. I tell her it grows quickly, but it's just
messy.

Any way it allows me to come every week. I have a favourite chair, just
out of sight from the window.

She beams at me in the mirror, and my hair stands on end. I like the
way she plays with my hair. As she leans in towards me her breasts
brush up against my shoulders. I inhale her perfumed body and close my
eyes.

'Just a trim again love?' she asks 'How's school?' I like her voice;
it's soft and kind. I open my eyes and look into hers 'Please' I say
'School's OK.'

I'm glad I've got the gown on, disguising my love as she snips away.
She offers me a drink. My mouth is dry and I welcome the water. Our
hands touch as she passes me the glass.

'My, look at you' she cries as she strokes my chin, 'You'll soon be
shaving!' My chin tingles and I smile.

Then it happens. And now the blood is rushing to my face. I feel numb.
The brush glides over my neck. The back of my head doesn't look like
mine. I stand up and she removes my gown.

Our eyes meet and I sneeze. I turn towards the door and fumble for the
handle.

Outside the sun is burning brightly.