Faircy CircleA bright autumn day. A small figure walks through the golden fields. It is a young girl of about thirteen, dressed in a dark frock, boots muddied, hair untied with an empty sack over a small shoulder. She walks confidently through the field in a direction of a row of trees that stand on a crest of the hill. From the distance she can see the red fruit hanging on the high branches, glowing in the yellow light. The time is drawing to dusk so she hurries, her cheeks as red as the apples, mouth parted. As she approaches, the tree seems to raise its boughs higher, until the apples hang out of reach. Disappointed, she picks some of the spotted, wrinkled, low hanging apples, then continues her search.
A Meeting“A man’s passion is like a knife, sharp and immediate. Easily whetted and thus never dull. Especially when it comes to women like Gail. She excels at capturing men’s attention,” Howard said between his teeth as he lit a cigarette. Taking a lingering drag, he continued, his eyes hard, a mocking smile on his face. “Do you think you’re the first with whom she has flirted? However, I will admit that this time she has taken it quite far. It was simply her vanity and your childish eagerness that helped produce those unaccomplished works of art. There is nothing profound in what you both have done. She was just a whore that needed to be tickled.”
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