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RUTGER'S DREAM
Rutger was lying on the camera blanket inside a
cave, watching through the cave entrance. Bobbing on the
surface of the sea outside was a small round object. It
was getting bigger. He thought it must be approaching the
cave entrance.
The sea had penetrated into the cave, forming a lagoon
that looked like a large indoor pool and left only a
narrow pebbly edge by the gray, jagged rock walls. In his
small corner across from the cave entrance, Rutger's head
pushed against a large boulder and his legs stuck halfway
out of the short blanket, almost touching the water.
Every so often, a small ridge of water traveled over the
smooth, dark-green surface of the lagoon, rolled up the
pebbles, and splashed his feet.
It was quiet except for swishing sounds of water. A
droplet of condensation fell from the ceiling into the
lagoon, making a tiny splatter on the surface, and
concentric circles rippled out. Then another one. He
wondered how he could see so clearly in the dark and
decided there must be a light source under the lagoon.
Yes, that must be it. Occasionally, bright green lights
flashed under the surface.
He tried to keep his eyes on the cave entrance as he
rearranged his aching body. The pebbles he lay on were
jabbing through the thin blanket into his back, jabbing,
jabbing into his shoulder blades.
Then the bobbing object reached the cave entrance and
became the head of a person swimming. The shape swam into
the lagoon. He couldn't see the face, but he thought it
was a woman. She was doing a methodical free-style, her
feet beating the water with swift narrow kicks. Every two
crawls, she turned her head to breathe and short hair
fell all over her face.
When the swimmer reached the shallows, she rose out of
the water, crystal droplets draining down her hair and
face, and stood for a moment with the water at her chest
level, her wide swimmer's shoulders and the tops of her
breasts shining like white marble in the eerie light.
Then she started walking toward him and her body came out
of the water with each step, revealing the round breasts
that gently moved up and down as she moved, the narrow
waist, full round hips, powerful swimmer's legs. She was
wearing a small, black two-piece bathing suit, and he
could see the strength in her body, covered all over with
a smooth layer of muscle that moved with tiny, almost
imperceptible ripples under her soft, white skin.
Only when the strange light from the lagoon illuminated
her face, did he recognize Belle. He stared, surprised,
because he had never seen Belle without her clothes on.
But her body looked as he had, countless times, imagined
it would look.
Unsmiling, she approached, her feet in the shallow water
up to her ankles, creating v-shaped wakes, and water
droplets rolling down her body, making detours around
rounded hills of flesh they encountered, trying to go
down in a straight line.
She stood above him and looked down and he couldn't move
or get up. His arms and legs felt like lead. He could
hear his own blood rushing through his veins. He tried to
speak, but had no voice. Helpless, he lay looking up at
her, searching for a sign of recognition in her face.
And then she was out of her bathing suit and on top of
him, gripping his hips with her powerful legs and bending
over him, her face close to his. He tried to ignore his
heart trying to burst out of his chest and buried his
face into her neck, inhaling her skin and forgetting the
time and the place. As violent explosions cascaded
through his body, he was thrown into the lagoon, seeing,
as he slowly submerged, a whole underwater cityscape of
crystal buildings and emerald lights streaming by, until
there was blissful nothingness.
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I have posted this excerpt
from my upcoming legal thriller, Squeezing Belle, in the hopes of getting
feedback and criticism from fellow readers and writers. Help shape a
work in progress! Send me a note.
Be brutal! BG.
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