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(Page 2 of 2) Unfolded Blood by Otilia Tena
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That's ok."
Then he appeared. He looked at me from the door way for a moment. I felt his eyes drilling my cheek and couldn't look back.
"Wow, something is going on here!" Noah took our mummies by hand and looked back. "Why don't you go for a walk, the two of you? We've got work to do."
"How are you, Linda? Will you go for a walk with me?"
I nodded without thinking and he took my wrist in his hand and led me outside.
"Where are we going?"
We ran to the beach and then I saw the motor boat. I was afraid and reluctant. He knew it; he stretched one hand to me and the other to a distant rock. There was something like the ruins of a wall on it.
"That is my world! Come with me!"
We stepped out of the boat and I pushed him. I raised my hand to slap him but he caught my wrist again. He pushed me back and I leaned against the wall. I was totally helpless; nobody could hear me if something happened.
"Go away!"
His cheek came next to mine; still there was hardly any touch. And I felt like the lower part of my body had moved into my ear when he whispered: "Say it again and I'll go!" Then there was a harsh exchange; I bit his lip and he drew one of my hair stripes. We were both puzzled and taken aback. I took advantage of it and gave him a slap.
"Here you are!"
His kiss came sweet and fierce as a relief.
I heard their footsteps and saw their faces close to each other. Noah caught my mum's arm and then Nigel's mum appeared and he let it go. She gave them an icy self-conceited look.
"Good-bye! Have a good day!"
"Bye, Linda!"
"Bye, Nigel!"
We got into the car. I saw she had tears in her eyes.
"What happened, mum? Is it about the tattoo?"
"We've got to move out, my darling."
"Why?"
The morning was cold and foggy. I felt the icy water wrapping my feet as I tried to catch a glimpse of it again.
"It's still there, dear Linda."
"Noah? What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here alone? Does your mum know where you are?"
"Why does she want us to move out?"
"Does she?"
"Do you know why?"
"No, I don't." He delicately arranged my hair stripe behind my ear. "You've got sleek hair. You're so beautiful! I remember..."
"The little empress?"
"Yes, you remind me of her."
"Didn't she give him a grain of her world?" I leaned my head on his chest. "Kiss me! It doesn't matter if it's you or him." He pressed his lips on mine. Would he have wished to rape me if I had been a bit older?
I saw the tattoo and I know its story. Anyway, I felt its story long before I knew it. My little daughter fell in love with the boy in the movie. Some things you don't need to know.
Still, have you ever been there in the waters and closed your eyes for a moment? Wishing to be taken away? To let it go?
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